“So, what do you want me to do about it?”“A break. Please! Just...a day or two. Let me recharge.”“What about the family orgy on Thursday?”...“I don’t think I can do that.”“First you beg me to fuck my little brother’s mouth. Now you’re begging me to NOT fuck my little brother’s mouth. I’ll think about it but you better be ready for Thursday just in case.”“I...I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”“Oh?” his pretty niece drawled with an expression of challenge.“The...The priest said he didn’t. The first warning of the attack was a strangled cry one of the men let out when an arrow struck him in the stomach. He grabbed his stomach and slowly collapsed onto the ground. Other arrows came flying toward the men who were scrambling to find cover. The arrows were followed by a screaming mass of Indians brandishing tomahawks and knives. The few men with firearms had already discharged them with minimal success. Only two Indians were hit.Roger rolled behind a log and took a moment to make. Janelle smiles like a girl being told that she is beautiful for the first time by the most popular boy in school. “You’re just saying that because you’re married to me,” she counters.“No, I really mean it,” Anders argues.“Well you look nice too,” she says, keeping up the smile.“No I don’t,” Anders says, smirking.Janelle laughs. “No you don’t.”Anders joins in the laughter for a moment. “Should I go put something nicer on?”Janelle shakes her head. “No, you look good. You really do.”“Not nearly as. The hot dog seller called Jacob needed some umbrellas for his patrons and Bettina arranged for their delivery to the man who set up his hot dog stand in the shade under the small stand of birch trees next to the tree line behind the gazebo. She stopped long enough to ask,"Is that a good size umbrella for your table customers, Mister Jacob?"The muscular middle aged man thanked Bettina for her quick response and offered her a free hot dog. She was not really a hot dog person but she took it.