"What the FUCK!" Gaven yelled, pulling his long brown hair out in front of him. "What the hell happened!?" he screeched while looking and feeling arou...d his new body."Who... Who are you guys?" Sean mumbled as he too began to wake up."It's us Sean, just believe me." I explained."Not any fuckin' more we're not!" Gaven shouted from under his shirt."Just stay calm." I told them."Ahhhhhhhhh!" Sean's high pitched screams rang in my head like thunder. The winds picked up and a strong gust knocked me. He opened the flue and got a fire started as she watched his shaking hands apply the match to the tinder. ‘I’m going for the rest of the bags before the snow covers them.’ He disappeared out the door and down the hill. Adversity had placed him back in command of his senses. He trudged down the hill, searching for the abandoned gear. His thoughts returned to the aborted marital tryst that Barbara had so neatly spoiled. The disappointment and hurt left him. He reviewed events of the day. His idea. That part has already been taken care of. Kenny was able to provide us with a life size model of himself. Because there was no features that made the model look like him so nobody knew. After that is was just a matter of finding a dressmaker. If you go look upstairs in dad's old room you will notice them in the closet." With that note Lilly ran upstairs just to see if it was true. To her amazement the dresses were there. Lilly giggled a little. The dresses were so big, but so babyish."I can't. In Bangkok, Cowboy had built a small empire of girlie bars in the Phatpong tenderloin district, the most notable one of which was named, appropriately enough, Cowboy’s. By the 80s you could find a Cowboy-owned bar featuring every form of sexual interest you could think of in Bangkok, and a rival, block-long red district had risen in a different section of the city. The name of the street was—and still is—Soi Cowboy (“Soi” being Thai for “street”).There were a few legends about Cowboy. One was.