Yeah, I ... I think so." Is she upset about breaking up with the guy from back home?" I think so," I repeated, mentally stumbling over substituting Al...an for Sharon, who was Gerri's cover story for her romance with Sharon...Wes snorted. "That's probably a good thing. He sure has a stick up his ass." Alan?" He has a big stick up his ass. Whenever he comes up here he hardly says shit to anyone, just stays glued to Gerri wherever she goes. It's like he's stalking her or something." Guess I didn't. ’ ‘What have you got against women all of a sudden, Judy?’ said Thelma. ‘Do you really think men are any better? I’d rather be bitched at than raped or sexually assaulted. Men might not always be the enemy but, fuck it, they deserve to be.’ ‘Yeah. Yeah,’ said Judy, evidently uncomfortable with this line of argument. Not that any of us were especially comfortable when we tried to settle down to sleep in the cramped space of the rather small tents Ariel had available and which she generously. No man with any self respect could let such a statement slide. The other man was holding a pistol in his hand, so I had to agree that the shooter was not guilty of any crime.By now, the other man had died, so I sent the swamper to fetch the undertaker. I said to the shooter, “Go ahead and take what you want from the dead man. The undertaker will keep the rest. Mr. Johnson (the bartender), is there anything else I need to look into?” He shook his head, so I went out to continue my rounds of the. She noted with a sense of professional pride, the growing bulge in his pants. George just laughed and panted, eyes riveted to her every move. ‘How long do I have?’ he enquired suddenly, ever the businessman. ‘Oh honey, I don’t charge by the hour.’ Clarissa responded sweetly. ‘You’re my only client this evening so I’m in no rush. But looks like somebody wants out?’ She nodded with a grin at the bulge behind his flies. ‘Yeah, you get him out.’ Commanded George, suddenly emboldened as a paying.