He glanced at the Dragons but either didn't recognize them or dismissed their presence.Sally hugged her Dad tentatively. "What are you doing here?" sh... asked."I-I was..." He looked around as if not wanting to be overheard. The garage was empty except for us. "I was working." You found a job?" Sally said, smiling.Her Dad nodded, but to avoid her next question he looked at me. "Who's this?"Sally glanced at me and reached out for my left hand. "This is Ral, Daddy. You remember him. He and I dated. Her silken, pale-gold hair was gathered in a single braid that was often draped over her shoulder. It gave her a very European look, but why was that a surprise. Her heritage was French and I could see that in her pale blue eyes and patrician nose. She had the body of an athlete and the liquid moves of a seductress. There was nothing outrageous about her physical appearance, but as a whole, it was perfect. She could easily have graced the cover of a magazine.Her suggestion that I accompany her. So I gave her everything I had emotionally and backed off any sexual pressure. And I finally felt at peace in having someone like her by my side.Of course, that didn't mean I was going to ignore my lust or turn down the bevy of hotties she always introduced me to. I particularly enjoyed the times when she got so turned from watching that she would actually participate in our sexual romps (without me having to focus my effect on her), and I took every rare opportunity I could get to screw her. “Marshal Crow, I was previously informed by a friend in the Marshal’s Service that you may have a hot temper. You need to get over the fact that you’re part Indian. That doesn’t make you one damn bit special in my eyes. I was just testing that temper of yours!“Like I said, I have no authority over you, nor do you have authority over me, we just serve the same district on an equal basis now. Please sit down and let’s be friends.” Marshal Ungerlin stated in a flat, even voice, with no.