I leaned out the front door to watch her large ass jiggle under her white skirt. Damn! I thought. She was fucking hot. To bad she was married. I spent...the rest of the day watching TV. It was close to 3am when I went to bed. I opened my bedroom window before I pulled the sheets up."Beep! Beep!" I heard something backing up in the driveway. I then heard the small wooden gate open next to the garage. Then the sounds of the trash cans. Must be the garbage man. Making a pick up. I rolled over to. You don't need to yell. I'm up."A head was peering around the partly closed door of Cutie's room as she opened her eyes."This is the third time I've called you. Breakfast is waiting. Take a shower and get dressed. I guess the news of Janelle's accident means they need to rearrange the individual racers, and pick new groups for the four-by events."(Author's Note: 4X, or four-by events have four racers, each swimming different strokes for a medley, or each doing the same stroke for a relay.)Katie. Well, the other thing that I could do was shoot, so I was going to have to put up with the hot sun and depend on my guns to earn my daily bread and shelter. I went by the courthouse to pick up the latest stack of wanted posters. I needed a new set, anyway, since I was now working in Texas and not NMT.The stack was pretty thick, so I took it to a saloon and began to thumb through the stack over a beer. I was about half way through the stack when who should come stomping through the door but The. ”He sighed. “A renewed trade agreement is more important to us than her.”“I see,” I said, almost at once. He slumped, while the color left his face.“The food problem in Conquest Point is more a crisis than I had thought.”Julie and the Count’s conversation flowed more into trivialities, taking away the awkwardness and my interest. Zetia examined our faces, then went back to staring out the window. She knew it wasn’t her place to add anything or question the Count. In the fullness of time, I was.