I promised."Pat said, "You don't believe your hubby isn't out with the guys at a strip club watching all those women shake their tits and ass in his f...ace with his little cock straining against my restraint?"I answered with some fear in my voice that my mistress might be right, "Maybe, but he can't fuck any of them. He loves me."Pat replied, "Well, you're so fucking naïve. It's not about love. It's about lust. Men are always looking for that next piece of ass or blow job. I think your hubby. When I looked puzzled, he said, "That's part of the deal. My wife's a great photographer and our oldest son takes video before during and after the wedding and reception." Whew," I exclaimed, "dodged that bullet." Everything's fine, you're on top of it, I can't believe you moved that new place in here since yesterday when I was here. This just isn't the same place with the new house and the tent. The only thing remaining is the patio and the shed, unbelievable," the caterer said.I went back. "I'm indentured," she said, "four years. This bunch killed the folks that had my paper, stole their horses and hauled me off to rape day afore yesterday. He claims he works for Tarleton or some such name." She pointed at the leader of the group, who lay on his side, nursing a sprained wrist and a sore head. One thing led to another, and before sunset we had strung up the last two and watched them dance until their bowels let loose. We left them dangling there by the road and went back to. Zetsa lifted her up. On her face was a smile but beneath it was a shadow of an aching heart.“Big sis, mom prepared a bag for me, so can I come with you to Shulip and everyone?”“Let me speak with mom, sweetie”. Zetsa put her down, rubbing her head. “Go see grandpa and grandma; they need help moving the food to the yard”.“Okay, there is something very good I want to tell everyone!” She giggled and ran into the house.“Hey, dad”. Zetsa maintained her smiled as Marco followed Liz in.She had no.