Finally Jen introduced me to Carrie, her best friend, the hostess of the party.“Ahhhhh, so you’re Jeff.” she said, extending her hand.“Is that... a good or bad Ahhhhhh.” I replied, shaking her hand.“Oh, it’s a good Ahhhh, trust me.” she answered with a smile and a wink.We talked for a while, then she excused herself to mingle with her other guests. The night moved along well and the food, music and company were all good. I guess it was about thirty minutes to midnight when Carrie pulled me aside. The three took the time to get to know one another better, as friends as well as fellow lawmen. They helped chop the weeds in the garden and bought two sling blades to cut the grass that was growing on their land faster than the cows and calves could eat. Duncan bought a kaiser blade to cut the bigger brush, weeds, and saplings along the bluff of the river in front of their boardinghouse.By the time they were to leave on another manhunt in Indian Territory, they were all more than ready. This. It just floods at even the slightest, uh, stimulation, like even visual stimulation? And you know, doctor, that we women aren't very visual in our sexuality. I would have to wear incontinent diapers for this even if I didn't have to wear them for, you know, the other thing. And I was never terribly interested in sex. I mean, I was normal, but now--well, it's very hard to say this, but you *are* a doctor--sometimes just walking around the tiny friction between my thighs or something makes me. The scar tissue is getting better; I have a salve that needs to be applied daily." Do you mind if I look at it?" If I minded, I wouldn't have asked Robin."I stood up and raised my shirt. Robin gasped when she got a look at the 3 puckered scars in my abdomen.She tentatively reached toward one and asked, "Do they hurt?" Not any more. The one on my left leg still twinges once in a while, but these don't hurt now. What they do though, is to make it so that I need a lot of help in order to digest.