...”Don’t ‘spose you’d have a picture of him, would you?”“Got two, as a matter of fact. Here’s his wanted poster ... And here’s his ot...her picture.”“Son of a bitch! I traded for that man’s old wore-out mule, against a fresh saddle horse and a complete outfitted, short-legged Jenny-Mule. He left here just a little over a hour ago, headed toward Silverton – just as you suspected.”“Would you shoe the Paint and give me forty dollars for my packhorse – packsaddle ‘n all? I need to get a bath and eat. "Mom, I need a ride NOW!"Mom looked surprised, but after she studied my face a few seconds she struggled to get up. "I'll get my keys." What's wrong?" Dad asked, while Mom put on her shoes."It would really help if this was a don't-ask-don't-tell kind of thing."Dad looked like he was going to argue, then stayed quiet. He probably figured he'd let Mom worm it out of me."Can I come?" The squirt asked from the floor."No!" I said sharply, then softened it. "Not this time." Where are we going?" Mom. I beg for mercy. I beg...”“Get up!” yelled Tariq. “You are young and foolish to be speaking in such a tone, and even if you were not speaking to me in such rudeness, you would still be young and foolish. And Allah has made the young foolish, so foolish that they engage in nothing but foolishness all their lives. You are nothing but a fool, and instead of hanging fools in public squares in front of other fools, the fools remain alive, because Allah, being all-knowing and merciful, forgives. "You made me unhappy, so I need comforting. On your knees, tongue out,hands behind your back." Mavis didn't protest and Miss Cummings liftedher dress, ordered Mavis to remove her panty and start pleasing her. MissCumming enjoyed giving punishment more than she expected. Every mistakewill be punished from now on, she decided.Now we will move on with our agenda sissy Mavis, she laughed.Chapter 3, the agendaMiss Cummings already informed maid Mavis, yes, she goes by many names,about the agenda she.