There was a desk and an old couch with a blanket thrown over it. “You stand here beauty, I just want to look at you for a moment,” she said as she... sat on the couch. “I’m Lilly, and I think you are the sexiest little thing I have seen in a long time.”“Thanks, I said not knowing what to do next, so I squatted spreading my legs in front of Lilly, “So where are the books you were talking about?”“Oh my, aren’t you a picture. I have a girl of my own about your age, her name is Nicole and you are so. This will leave a way for small animals to get into the cave, but, then again, they could get between the bars before. Oh, well, can’t have everything.The chickens were in their brush pen happily scratching away when Morales came looking for Gertrude. “Come here, Gertrude,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Shit, how do you call a chicken?” he mumbled. “I never have to call them in the cave. They know when it’s feeding time and bug me until I feed them.”Gertrude paused to look at him, then ran. They were also unhappy that I knew too much about their manufacturing operations and I would probably have been silenced before they left town anyway.The plan was that she would leave with them for a week or two, supposedly 'visiting friends in the city' and come back to find herself a rich widow with the insurance, and sole possession of the ranch and my savings. Naturally her new friends would be right there by her side in those difficult days to help her enjoy her new fortune.Tomorrow, it. As her marriage to Gerd from an unpromising beginning progressively deteriorated, Christine had practically moved back into her room.The argument tonight between her and Gerd was triggered by his going out again. As he returned “mostly late and always drunk” -as she put it - the responsibility for the night-vigil at the hotel had more and more fallen on her alone. She shrugged her shoulder and refilled her glass, “I blew up. I just had enough!”Then, with an apologetic smile, Christine changed.