He was dancing madly with a blond who had a horse in one of the stables, if Amy was "with him", it sure didn't look like it tonight. She was certainly...looking hot and with her eyes half closed she was very into the music. I did wonder if she was into anything more than the beer too, she was zoning in and out. I "accidently" bumped into her. I got a smile through her half closed eyes and for a moment or two we deliberately "bumped" hips in time to the music.I could feel her lean tight butt cheek. Being degraded ... being made to give their bodies in whatever way was demanded. Incredible to think of it. Frightening. Belle almost shuddered. She was now conscious of the increased weight of the chair. The effort to support it was considerable greater. It simply had to be made. And complete immobility maintained. Did her Highness know, Belle wondered, that the slave-girl who had been used to clean her was now helping to support her chair? It was most, most unlikely, Belle considered. It. ” “She’s your practice manager!” I almost screamed. “No, our practice manager is a Maggie Dunlop”. “Well what about Mrs.Hoffman?” I asked. “She’s upstairs” he said “I’ll ask her to come down”. He used the phone. Shortly a short black haired woman in her forties appeared wearing blue surgical scrubs. “Can I help?” she said “I’m Monika Hoffman”. “You can’t be” I said “she’s tall, blonde, and Germanic looking”. She looked puzzled “that’s sounds like that temporary receptionist that we had to get. The weight of the Colt tiedlow on a leg told the wearer that this person was very proficient with agun.A tap on the shoulder caused the cowboy to turn, "Hi Marney ... yougoing to be up later?" It was a beautiful woman ... the woman he hadbeen during his second wish, a quite lovely saloon girl. That meant,Marney's eyes shot back into the reflection ... it was him, the cowboyplaying cards. He smiled and stood taller, well over 6' in height. He saidnothing to the small petite woman standing next.