He made her lie down on the floor in front of the counter on a card board box he had collapsed to make a makeshift bed. He was not so cruel as to expe...t her to lie down on a cold tiled floor. He then removed his starched white kamiz (shirt and pulled his vest off. His chest covered in a thick grey black carpet of hair and his pot belly popping over the waist of his shalwar (trousers). Standing up he quickly untied the nara of his shalwar, and pulled them off. He stood a moment and looked down. ‘Ummm... ‘ I said, kinda freaking out. I was afraid I’d fucked up somehow and pissed her off. She laughed at my freaked out expression.”“‘Can I tell you something?’ she asked.”“And I was like ... okay, she’s gonna beat me up right here in the stupid stall. Instead, she leaned down and kissed me on the lips.”I had a hard time controlling myself. She’s never kissed me, but the a-hole lets some skank that everyone loathes kiss her in a bathroom stall and she gets away with it?“What did you do?” I. ’ I wonder why? It’s too much for Pat so he asks, “Sarge, why don’t you ever say the name of the ranch?”Erin grins as she says, “None of us can pronounce the ranch’s name properly so we don’t even try to say it at all. It’s a long Spanish name given to it when it was first purchased. I suppose we could use an English translation of the name, but it wouldn’t be the ranch’s name and then it wouldn’t seem to have the same continuity of ownership. We all simply call it ’The Ranch’ as we all know. T Slowly standing up she struggled to remember how she had gotten there. She remembered one of the judges asking her to get a box of archived files from the basement. She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But why? She looked at the large bed in the room. She looked at the massage table in the corner. The colors of the room were beautiful – red – lush and ripe. Veils – soft and strong – hung in various colors all around.