"You might not believe this, but I've been wanting to tell you aboutthis secret life of mine from the very first night we met. I mean, evenwhen we wer... down at the bar that first night, I was having a hard wayto go not telling you."It wasn't anything in particular that Ethan had said that triggeredAmber's sudden epiphany, but the realization as to why he had withheldinforming her of his other life until that evening hit her like a tonof bricks. "Oh, Ethan," Amber's voice was distraught. "I am. This is why they had broken up, he kept pushing her to sleep with him and when she wouldn’t he left her.“Ryan NO!! You’re drunk” she struggled in his arms but he didn’t budge, he pulled her tighter too him forcing his tongue into her mouth, pushing her up against the back wall of the house. Why did she come outside alone? She broke their kiss and began screaming although she was sure no one would hear her because of the blearing music. Oh gosh this was how she was going to lose her. If you watched closely you could see individual appliances magically transform into flowers and trees, countertops become hilltops and windows open and transform into a cloud studded sky. It was simply beautiful. Now we needed was our model. Our young (but not too young - demographics again) housewife would enter and admire her beautiful kitchen, putter about a bit and then pick up the product. That was part one. Then we moved to the blue screen where she caressed the bottle and just stood. I was down to five shells and it was looking pretty bad. These boys came up on us at daylight, spooking our horses before we had them hitched up. It didn’t take long until we were trading shots.”“Who’s we?”His eyes grew dim. “Me and my partner. He died in the wagon. Even though he was gut shot he hung on long enough to send one more of them to hell.”We helped him pull his partner out of the wagon. He didn’t say another word, just grabbed a shovel and started diggin’. When he started movin’ slow.