Shelly’s jail stay was only four days, but it changed her some. She learned a lesson from it. She learned to lie to her mother rather than confront ...er head on. It was a valuable life lesson. Most kids learned that much sooner, but Shelly had grown up sheltered by her grandparents. Without the war going on at home, Tory was able to concentrate on her new mission, finding and then destroying the illegal pot and moonshine black markets.She decided the way to go was to coordinate with local cops. This resulted in lots of pain in the back of my legs. One of the dominatrixes added to the pain with a few kicks. The table positioned my ass to be perfectly available for the Women to administer punishment. And they did. Using a thick leather paddle, one dominatrix began working me over to the thrill of the audience. This wasn’t like the porno flicks where the Woman rubs the guy’s ass and talks in between swats; it was one right after another. She administered smack after smack across. I could hear Chris giving pretty much the same advice to Roy, Roy who had been on top of her also with a separate bubble while all of this was going on.“But... ?” Chuck and Roy protested.“No buts! Get your asses across the creek and wait for Chris and me to return. Check our people for wounds,” I told him as Chris was again also telling Roy.“How can you go after them? They are using real bullets,” Chuck objected.“We have live ammunition for our weapons. This is the third time during Ranger. So many parts of me are conflicted. I’m moving forward and being drawn backwards into a past that could have become my present, if things had gone down differently. Christine’s answer was the most obvious one, the path of least resistance. Sell the property, the animals, and the house. After all what did I really owe a grandparent I had never met? Nothing, I suppose. I don’t owe Nathaniel Blake Galloway, otherwise known as High Backed Wolf or Neeheeoeewootis, a damned thing. Mr. Galloway.