"What caused he lack of oxygen to your former owner's brain?" I-I did."Zack paused, glanced at the nails digging into his wrists, and frowned. "Drop y...ur hands, Renee. Keep them to your side until I say different."They flopped down."Now, tell me. Did Montague use you to suicide himself?" ... he commanded me to- to kill him." Indirectly, her mind admonished. Barely indirectly, at that.Shut up."Okay, okay," said Zack. He beamed, as if her admission was the best news he had heard all day. "Why. Women were rarely allowed into saloons, unless they were the whores who worked there, so Jane should get an interesting reception. I had no idea what to expect from the saloon whores, so I was in for a surprise when they were quite willing to talk to Jane.It turned out that the whores were a gold mine of information. They knew a hell of a lot more than I had ever expected, based on what they had heard from their customers and from general conversation around the saloon. It was interesting to. Oh, yeah." I'm not saying that!" I'm not changing you back until you say it," Chris responded. Kristilooked at him, and he saw the mischievous grin on her face. Chrisclutched the coin as he saw her smile grow. She charged Chris and liftedhim over her head and threw him onto the bed and pinned him. The coinremained in Chris's hand, and Kristi said, "Change me back now!"Chris did what he was told, and his girlfriend's coarse hands returned totheir silky smooth normalness. She rolled off him and. I thought it might be quite a novel idea to create a scenario so I suggested to Molly that it would be fun to let Jack catch us in bed together. She was a bit concerned about his reaction until I told her that it was something we’d talked about. When we heard the doorbell we both looked at each other and smiled. It went off again and, when it became obvious that no-one was going to answer, we heard the sound of the key in the lock. That was our cue so we pushed the duvet off the bed and got.