“Yes, sir, we are.“Sir, if I may, you seem in a much better place today than, well, that night at the Elegance,” he said. I smiled.“Yes, I gue...s,” I said. “My wife talked to your mother-in-law and things kinda got a tad better between them, so...” He nodded.“I know that missus Grimes felt bad about things after the fact, and my wife...” he started.“Yes, that one kind of hurt the most if you want to know. I mean hurt my wife. And, bringing that up makes me think it might be a good idea to get. I existed forthe mockery of others so that they could feel good about themselves. Icould feel the witnesses to my humiliation all thinking to themselves,'At least I'm not the Jones' boy.'From that moment forward, I resolved to never be that thing again. Idevoted myself to proving to my family that I was a boy. Iovercompensated in every way possible. I played every contact sportthere was. I went out with my friends and harassed and beat upeffeminate guys. I scored with as many girls as possible. Now wouldn't the office gossips have had fun with that if they'd known. I was still wondering what to do when the faint sounds of my mobile phone intruded my thoughts.I pulled it out of my shoulder bag and answered it."Hello?" Sean? Hi, you're back! I just got the confirmations through! You've played a blinder!" Thanks Cally." I said without much emotion."Hey what's the matter? I thought you'd be out celebrating?" Well, let's just say I've run into a bit of a problem." Everything looks fine to. The woman was tied to a tree with her hands tied behind her. A Comanche was cutting her clothes from her as Keith came into sight. He was about 40 yards from the tableau and still hidden among the trees.He took no time to think, but reacted immediately to do what he could to help the woman. He cocked his crossbow, loaded in a bolt, and aimed at the back of the menacing Comanche between his shoulder blades. The other Comanches were standing around watching the first man as he raised his knife to.