"George was quite relieved at not having to make the decision. "Yes," he said. "That's an excellent idea."As it turned out, George and the newly asser...ive Allison had a pleasant evening. Once George settled down to the idea that this was just a dinner and that Allison had no idea that he had been the hooded slave she had been encouraged to bind so effectively, they discovered a shared interest in Italian art as well as food and that they had both enjoyed visits to Florence and Pisa.And then the. I also made sure I could get to the pistol at my waist easily, before driving on.The trip was a little longer with the mule pulling the wagon but not overly so. As I drove and watched for threats, I sang songs I hadn’t thought of in a long time. Everything from “Cattle Call” to “The Gambler” to “Unforgettable.” I also threw in “Love Me Tender” and “El Paso”, just because.I pulled up short of the cave entrance just after four, set the hand brake, and unhitched the mule leaving her standing where. Spotting a claw hammer he picked it up and started tearing the crate lid off.Amber was on her back kicking upward, as the lid was being pried off. When it flew off, she was looking up at a black man. "Help me! I was kidnapped; all the crates have girls in them."Rickie looked up at the crates that were tied down, and he started to look over at the man. He was pointing the rifle at him and was starting to squeeze the trigger when the gun flew out of his hand. Rickie's pistol was out of his. Porter always treated me like an employee; always formal and aloof. He has always been distant at the very least and sometimes downright cross for no apparent reason. I can't remember ever seeing him smile until you came to work here. And of course Kathy has been an incorrigible bitch until you straightened her ass out on your second day here."Now Mr. Porter smiles, you turned Kathy into a submissive slut, and I enjoy the hell out of you. Damn! I wish I'd met you a long time ago! I wish we.