Next day, when my mausaji went to the field work, I decided to talk with my mausi. I went to the kitchen where she was working. She saw me and asked m...e what I wanted. I told her to sit with me as I wanted to talk with her. She after completing her work, came to my room.Mausi – batao kya baat hai?Me – mausi aap mujh par bharosa karti hai.?Mausi – ha khud se bhi jyada par hua kya.?Me – to mujhe batayye aap dono kal raat jhagda kyu kar rahe the.?Mausi – (her face went dull) tumne sab suna.?Me – ha. The shower was a relaxed affair. Both of us were tired from the activities and events of the past couple of days and the process of washing each other was performed more with cleanliness in mind than as a precursor to another bout of mattress wrestling. There was a lot of kissing and exploring along with quiet murmured conversation as we soaked and scrubbed the grime and cares away. Soon enough the hot water started to run out, our signal that it was time for bed. We dried each other in a warm. "The very idea of sex with an animal makes me want to vomit and I am scared silly. But my husband and I are destitute and that's too much money to turn down. I really would like to talk to that trainer or some woman who has done those things before we do this, though."Dave said, "Great! Now, how about a show tonight? You look fully recovered from your ordeal. Would you like to play on stage?"The tip money she can take in for performing out front isn't quite as important now. Compared to what. The horses veered away despite the efforts of their riders. Unfortunately, I emptied that cylinder, but fortunately, I had additional cylinders that I could swap before the Indians could make another charge. I did swap guns to keep either one from overheating. Later in the fight, that could be a problem which was best avoided.The next thing the Indians tried played directly into my hand. This time, they dashed across my front parallel to the breastwork. This time, they were firing their arrows.