Her makeup looked flawless, just enough to enhance her natural look without covering it up. Her lipstick was a deep red, reminiscent of black without ...oing quite that far. The combination of the dark lipstick and her shampoo ad-like hair was startling. She was wearing a pair of gray woolen slacks that flowed with her curves. A darker gray cowl-neck sweater topped it off. It didn't mold to her breasts but it didn't hide them, by any means. She wore a pair of black leather shoes with one inch. "You will now be taken to Transitions Medical and Behavioral Institute inThailand. Don't worry ... it's an all-American staff operating offshorefor tax reasons, and you'll receive the best of care."As she was talking, Shelly opened the door and two men in scrubs enteredthe room. One gave me an injection that sent a rush of euphoria over me,and I found that while I remained conscious, I could not move or speak."I'm afraid Jeri has passed out. We should take her out on a stretcher,"she said. I. ” He pushed her back into the corner. “Right, arms over your head and legs spread wide for me.” She mutely raised her arms and spread her legs. He was fumbling at the front of his trousers and she heard the sound of his zipper. She couldn’t help looking down as he opened himself, reached inside and pulled out his rampant cock. He held it in his hand, massaging its length, preparing it for her. He looked at her and saw the pale ivory body before him with its patch of dark pubic hair, her. I stopped by a restaurant for lunch and was amazed to hear that Rogers had hired a shootist to take care of Maddox. Dammit, word really gets around fast when it is about somebody getting shot at.I was in no hurry to get back to the Bar 59 until supper time, so I spent an hour or so in a couple of different saloons. I was asked about it, and I did admit that I was the shootist hired by Rogers. That shows you how naïve I was! As I got older, I learned to keep my mouth shut, but not at this early.