Don't hurt her. She tried to stop. It's just too hard."Paul and Jen again tried to pull Callie off. This time Jen grabbed her hair as Paul grabbed her... chest and they were able to pull the hysterical woman away from her unconscious victim.Callie screamed at the top of her voice. "Get the fuck out of my house. I ever catch you here again, and I'll kill both of you. Get out! You're daughter's missing. She could be dead, and you're out having a grand old time getting high. You fucking. "Ain't you even going to say hello to an old friend?"The man turned quickly toward the voice."I'm sorry, you must be mistaken," he said. "My name is Jonathan Cassner."Uh-huh, Jacob thought.Jones thought the man looked familiar but he couldn't place the face."How's your wife in Colorado?" Jacob asked coldly. "I hear she's been waiting for word from you from Boston."The entire saloon had now quieted and had turned to watch the byplay between the men."I've never been to Colorado," Jones answered. The Mistress of Ceremonies raised her hand. “Please!” she called. Silence fell again. “When Lady Isabel first came here,” she continued, “she showed some reluctance to co-operate with the opposite sex. Now ... after quite a deal of training, I may say ... we shall see that her attitude has changed somewhat!” Applause. Laughter. Various ribald jibes. “Lady Isabel or ... as we now call her ... Belle!” The whip cracked. It flicked only lightly over Belle’s buttocks as she moved forward, but the. “Harder, slower, long slow licks,” Rosie told her, directing Saoirse as she knelt on the bed, her face buried deep between Rosie’s thighs.-------------------------------------------------The next morning, Saoirse woke, temporarily confused as sunlight shown in through the attic window. She sat up, then, as she remembered Mrs. Galbraith and the Nuns and what Mrs. Galbraith and Rosie had done to her in this very bedroom, she lay back down again and smiled. She thought of how Rosie had made her.