Deanna shrugged and wandered past the wash area into a stall to relieve herself.She was wearing an extremely short black mini-skirt and fishnets with ... black lace top, which exposed the majority of her 'double D' cleavage. Not a common practice regarding attire for a restaurant of the Bootlegger's caliber. Management seems to bend the rules for regulars though, especially hot numbers like Deanna. She hiked up the tiny skirt and then nudged down the skin tight fishnets, realizing as she sat sown. Her eyes were keen as they searched Peggy Sue's face. Peggy Sue knew she couldn't lie to this woman."Yes, we are all sister/wives, and we are all wed to Waite, and Betsy is also married to Jessie. We love our husband dearly, and we love each other, too. We are all happy, and he pleases us very much. We couldn't be happier that Patty joined us in matrimony today. They don't enforce the polygamy laws passed in 1862, so we don't have any problems. If we come to someone who asks, I am his. I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the top of the forklift ramp looking down on that huge black man I realized that I was going to have to find out what it would be like to have him. The thought scared me; this new obsession of mine could ruin my life. If my husband even imagined what I was thinking, he'd divorce me in an instant; it would disgust him and make me an outcaste in our social group.But even with those threats hanging over me I walked into the Forman's office and told. I'd had to board up the window openings with some old lumber until we made the next trip to Fort Worth where I could buy some glass. I had spent several days splitting down an old dead hickory trunk and working it with my adze and plane to get it down to boards roughly two inches thick. Just two of them were wide enough for the door but I also carved out a couple of cross members used to hold the two boards together. As a final touch to the outside, I brought dirt up from the fields to bank.