Just then, the door creaked open and he automatically swung a hand to his leather holster, tensing. He relaxed when he saw Jeannette come in carrying ...a bucket. “Good morning,” she said without smiling, “Did you sleep well?” He nodded, remembering the vivid dream that had disturbed his sleep, although now it seemed to be fading from his memory. “Yes, very well.” She picked up a stool and settled down to milk the cow. Soon the sound of milk shooting into the bucket could be heard as her hands. She was damp and began breathe heavily into my ear.But she pulled away.I expected a cold hard slap. But instead told me she had a new lover and explained she better leave and that this was all just a mistake.I felt confused. Annoyed and incredibly frustrated.Yet, I had been knocked back by Kirsten before and I didn’t want to drag this one out into a drunken argument. So I just let her leave. The night was young and to be honest there was better out there.And this is where my night took a. Besides what better safe house than with a couple that are both Deputy Marshals." I hadn't thought of that. You're right, that might be a good thing, and it sure would confuse anybody looking for someone."Sarah and Dave left for the office while Bobby and I waited to be summoned. We watched the required module until it was complete. We hurriedly took the test while the information was fresh, then sat back thinking it was getting close to lunch.The radio crackled, summoning us to call in. Bobby. I adjusted the seat back pinion to the forwardmost adjustment, and it worked fine, if looked slightly rediculous. However, the bike exuded so much power and menace, with its red and orange flames and shiny chrome, that I doubt anyone would notice the minor details. I would have to adjust things a bit more to gain natural control of the foot controls, but it was fine for cruzing, as long as I didn't have to constantly be shifting gears. The ease of which that 'iron' pushed down the road made it.