“That Indian’s wearing a big badge. Hell fire, he’s a United States Marshal. All hell’s gonna bust loose now,” the store man said as the oth...ers looked on.As they stood, watching and listening, someone inside the jail hollered out.“Who’s out there? Who threw that saddle?”“Eli Crow, United States Marshal out of Fort Smith, Arkansas. If you don’t come out of there, I’m coming in and I’m gonna kill every God Damned son-of-a-bitch I see. Can you hear me in there?”“We hear you, Marshal, don’t shoot,. ‘Oh…it is? OK, I guess I had better take it, then.’ She held her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and looked at Stacey. ‘This is a very important client. You stay where you are, this won’t take long.’ She pushed a button. ‘Hello…Mr. Smith…’ she said. Stacey began to gyrate his hips and, as Marlene talked with her client, she felt the young man’s meaty shaft moving in her. A rush of ecstasy swept through her. Damn him! God! He was something! She forced herself to concentrate on what her. " "I even told him you encouraged me to call him for a second date." "Jeanne, please tell me that's not true." "Michael it is true. I told him everything. Why does that bother you? I don't understand." "Jeanne, he must think I'm a total wimp." "Michael, he not only doesn't think you're a wimp; you're his hero." "I'm his hero?" "Yes, I told him everything. He envys you. His wife is an uptight prude like I used to be. He'd love it if she was a slut like I am now. And you're currently living in. That’s it..been walking all day, it’s a lot of grime down there”He started licking the dirt of her sandals.“Sorry you might be disappointed…they don’t serve watermelon or fried chicken here boy. Lick the toes now. There nice and sweaty”He was embarrassed to lick her feet as people walked by but he knew not to disappoint his mistress. She drank her coffee and then took out a thin cigarette. She put it between her slender fingers. “Pardon me waitress. Do you have a light?”The waitress walked over.