With one last look in the mirror, I decided I was ready.As I walked downstairs, Dan whistled, "Damn baby, you look amazing. He's going to love you."I ...issed Dan, "Thank you, honey. For the compliment and for tonight. I think this is going to be the beginning of something great for us." I patted the crotch of his pants to see if he was wearing the cage I had bought him. He was.The doorbell rang. "Well, here goes nothing," I said. I walked to the door, my heels clacking on the hardwood floor. Dan. Rounding a corner she saw a stagecoach some distance in front of her. The coach was stopped because of a boulder in the middle of the road. Two mounted men were holding guns on the disembarked passengers, while the driver and guard struggled to get the strong box out of the driver's foot well. It had to hold a considerable amount of gold, because the two men were just able to lift the box from the well and dump it over the side of the coach.Without thinking, Shaylee drew her converted LeMat. We need to get cracking."Nicky directed her to her house and they let themselves in. There was no one there. Becca wrinkled her nose at the stale smell and the general untidiness."It's a pigsty," said Nicky.She led the way to her room which was spotless and tidy. She took her dressing gown off the back of the door and laid it open on the bed. She placed the few clothes she had on it. She went to the bathroom and collected her toothbrush and toothpaste which she added to the pile."What about a. His clothes were a little, but not much, worse than what the other kids wore; and he was no uglier than any of the other tow headed, buck toothed boys with cowlicks of unruly hair sticking up on the back of their heads. He was skinny and average in height.The problem was Billy Joe was a bastard. As far as I can remember, I only saw his mother a couple of times. She was a short, moon faced, slightly pudgy woman who tried to dress "stylishly" and ended up looking like Betty Boop gone bad.Lorna.