..Heroine of the Wild West...primed and ready for action. In a blur of motion...the buxom masked maiden of justice...ran like the animal she was named...after...at blinding speed through the town. On the way she sped past the Marshall's Office..where her husband John was on his horse with young Billy Ingram..getting ready to take him home.The horse reared on its hind legs as the beauteous masked woman sped past in a blur. "Whoa boy!..What in blazes..It's..It's the Princess Puma!" gasped Marshall. Since it was summertime (assuming the seasons here run in synchronicity) I wasn't surprised to find everyone taking a long lunch. In fact, I was hoping for it. Toyland is a happy place, and I was pretty sure no one would mind me using the equipment. I just wasn't ready for anyone looking over my shoulders yet.The automated toymaking machine was every bit the marvel it seemed when I had first seen it at age eleven. I had been afraid it would appear clunky and dated, but it looked as modern as I. Marty Monroe.’ She nodded. ‘Amanda.’ She didn’t tell him her last name and he didn’t ask. Marty pulled off his t-shirt showing a well-developed chest that Amanda couldn’t help admire. Her hands itched to reach out and touch him. She clenched her fists at her sides. She tore her eyes from his body as he sat down and started pulling off his boots. She turned towards her bed pulling a long silk nighty out of the bag. ‘I’m gonna take a shower.’ She heard behind her. She nodded afraid to turn. I didn't see anything I like," I added. "How was your day?" "Well, I'm sure you'll find something," Patti told me. "I just did some shopping after work. Nothing exciting. By the way, Steve called and he wants you to call him back." Steve was my golf partner and probably my best friend. I rang his number. "Matt? What say we go out for a couple beers tomorrow night?" he asked. "Larry Shenk is going to be in town and he suggested we get together for a few. Larry was a friend who had recently been.