"Now slave, from what I have read you will need tobegin to train these muscles to accept what I offer. It doesn't really matterto me but it will make ...it much less painful on you." "Be a good boy whileI'm gone and who knows, maybe I'll bring home a little surprise for you."She kisses me on the forehead and walks out the door. Wow! I thought. She isreally into this but I knew in the back on my mind that she would be back in afew minutes to continue the session. Seconds turned into. Death comes quick to the unwary, thought Jase, and either he was not wary enough, too slow, or both!Once again, Jase had a dead body, a horse with full tack, and more weapons on his hands.Seems to be somebody on the prod everywhere I go, thought Jase as he started to go through the dead man's pockets. A pair of gold eagles, a pocket knife, lucifers in a watertight wrap, and the usual makings for smokes was the result.No identification was found. Jase unsaddled the man's horse and picketed it. After several trips to the fridge for a beer refill, he sat beside his lovely daughter and rubbed her shoulder and neck as she discussed her career, the progress of our first child, and other matters. She then listened to him mention his troubles with job security, financial issues, and concern that he was missing out on his grandchildren’s lives. He said that his new wife wasn’t giving him the kind of love she had years earlier which caused his first divorce from Nicole’s mother. Nicole sat. Oldham said, handing me a book. "Don't tell Suz I loaned it to you. Her appreciation of fine literature is limited," he said as he turned to leave."Thank you, Sir," I called after him.I looked at the cover of the book, Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck, and wondered what Suzanne could find objectionable about me reading the Steinbeck book.Stephanie was still cool towards me on Tuesday. She told Miss McGomery and Rose Ann little tidbits about what she had done on vacation. It sounded like ten.