She looked down at the dead man, sniffed, wiped her nose, and yelled, "Rufe, you best get out here. This big man's choking."Rufe arrived at a trot and... as soon as he came through he door, I smashed him down with the stock of my new musket and then pounded his face to pulp with the butt of the weapon. Two down and four to go, my mind said carefully as Rufe gurgled."Which one of those skunks holds your contract?" I asked the girl whose eyes were wide indeed as the dying man between us still kicked. M asked sardonically. ‘Yes Sir.’ I answered, again biting my cheek. Temper, temper. My grandmother had taught me to never loose my temper. She had told me, in one of her lucid moments, that loosing ones temper is like letting down your shield in mid battle, it would only leave you exposed, defenseless and vulnerable. I decided to heed that advice as being of sound mind. Grandma had been a strong, courageous and smart woman, but, her downfall had always been loving a week, cowardly and stupid. So…anxious? As she readied herself for bed that evening she stood in front of her full length mirror and wondered if Daniel actually fancied her. Was she as attractive as those young girls at the office? Other than two simple comments, Daniel had never openly displayed any interest in her as a woman, only as his manager. Then it hit her. “His eyes!” Daniel only ever looked into her eyes, he never came across as lecherous, there was only ever… what? Desire? Respect? Adoration? His eyes made her. I got a confirmation of this unusual sexual proclivity from a comedienne, a certain Miss. Morgan. She said that her first lesbian-like sex was actually with an Asian guy who looked and felt like a pretty girl - a hairless, smooth body and a feminine looking face. But according to Miss. Morgan, unlike potential homo, this Asian guy was a great alpha male fucker. Now back to homo James. Alas, even with my scheming and efforts I could not prevent the inevitable from happening. After fifteen years.