“I, um ... You see ... I mean...”“It’s okay. It was just a suggestion. If they’re private, you don’t have to talk about them. For sure, so...me of my dreams would be embarrassing to talk to my boyfriend about. I still dream about our first real kiss when you had your hand ... you know.”“I know. I sometimes dream about that, too. But that’s not what I mean. I can’t talk about my dreams. Not that I don’t want to, but there aren’t words. I stumble all over and get frustrated. I ... I ... can’t...”. It certainly put a damper on my feelings as well we spent the rest of the day straightening up and getting ready for a work week tommorrow. Thursday evening after a boring week of no sex or anything else all of us still shook up and not in the mood.We even kept more modest clothes on.We were finishing supper when out of the blue Mrs Stevens comes walking in no knock or anything suprising us all. Last time you told me not to knock so I just walked in hope its OK?. Mom and gram both at once. This country was ideal for farms and ranches, so these people were more like home folks. We didn't find any wanted men around here, probably because they were all down in Brownsville, but we knew that we had to come to some as we approached San Antonio. Cities just attracted that kind of person.The next town was much more productive. We saw four low level crooks standing around the town's bank. Were they about to rob it? They were wearing dusters, so they certainly were in uniform for the job.. When the panel convened, they were using what the original review judge had for a transcript to make a panel decision. That was the second mistake.People are lazy, so it's reasonable that the review judge would just take the provided file and go from there. My surprise though was that the other judges didn't request a copy. I went back through the panel's transcripts and found where three judges had requested copies of the D.C. file. The problem was the same clerk had provided what looked like.