You cannot keep her locked up for long, she’ll find a way to harm you. You cannot risk to have her seduce the wardens, the magistrate, or even the j...udge — she is a good-looking woman, after all, even now, lying naked on a heap of straw, cold and hungry, dirty and bruised, chained to the dungeon wall. You cannot put her to death, without proof of her guilt. You cannot have proof without her confession. Only pain will make her confess, only pain will make her name the other witches she knows,. Now resume you seat andtake out the lined pad and pencil."His face red in anger at being called Miss Priss and a prissy littlegirl, the young man managed to hold it in. Fortunately for him, it lookedlike he was blushing. He did his curtsey and resumed his seat. Liftingthe lid of his desk, he removed a "Big Chief" tablet and large roundpencil.Ms. Labeaux placed an alphabet chart on the black board which was in afeminine script style and told him to begin tracing the letters. He feltlike an idiot. The sheriff was already boozing it up inside his filthy jail littered with junk from countless bad men with no reason to clean up their trash like normal folks. A pair of still-drunk cowboys staggered out the front door complaining that the “crooked sheriff” had relieved them of most of their hard-earned pay for a long exhausting cattle drive that almost cost them their lives.That bastard sheriff had thrown his Kate in a cell with at least four other nasty looking pieces of work from the saloon. Don't worry about it. I know how much more I could have taken anyway. Damn I love how he fucks, but when he is in a mood like this he just wears me out." Lucky you." Lucky me? Kathy, it's like a two-hour workout and I get totally exhausted. He cums two or three times and still keeps going. He's like that energizer bunny, keeps going and going." Was he still wanting more when I came in?" Hell yes. When you leave, I am sure he'll want more. By the way, just what did you want to talk about?" Well.