The mule was docile and used to John's awkward one-armed handling, so there should be no trouble. Besides, he was Elsie's husband, so he should be the... one who did the fetching.John was not to be dissuaded, so he drove off in a pelting rain. Meanwhile, labor pains had already started for Elsie to the point that she needed help just to move around. Beau helped by spreading the old sheets on the bed to soak up the expected blood and other stuff and then helped Elsie to remove her clothes and to. Gently her soft hand cradled my jewels while the suction from her mouth urged me to unload onto her tonsils. It was only when I noticed a slight shadow move across Rebecca’s back that I looked up to see my sister standing in hallway with only a towel wrapped around her.It was right then that I realized that I had not given my sister any kind of instructions of what to do in a situation like this. This explained the somewhat shocked expression on her face along with her mouth hanging wide. My hands trembled as I remembered what Artie said the day before: ‘You’d have a better time sticking your John Thomas in a blender and then a belt sander than making love with Violette.’ ‘Who said that?’ ‘Percy Smithers. You know him: he went to Darwin after the divorce last year.’ A thought crossed my intoxicated reasoning: a locked door was no guarantee against a desperate woman like that. Three quarters of a bottle of Scotch remained, so I drank it all before retiring, falling into such a. . mostly that. It was pretty easy to see Cassie didn't want to be on Chaos ... especially dressed like last years poster child for Attila the Hun's recruiting drive.Cassandrian Banks on Chaos were pretty much the only Chaosian buildings with actual glass in the windows. Chaos hadn't figured out how to make flat glass.The Bank windows were lined with the filthy faces of raggedy Chaosian children smearing their dirt on the glass and watching the bank guard trying to deal with getting the riffraff.