Then I walked back down thesidewalk thinking how different things were. The click of my heels onthe pavement, the swish of my skirt, the bounce of my ...reasts allserving to point out how very much different things really were.Chapter 5 Debbie did call me. It was two days later. I was at home, workingon paying bills, and the phone rang. "Hello," I said. "Mark?" "Debbie?" "Yes," she answered. "I just can't bring myself to call you Marcia,yet, I guess." "That's alright," I said. "Just. The rest of you go over to the main corral. Tell that boy who pissed himself to get washed up before he smells up one of my stalls in there. Horses aren't partial to any piss smell that isn't their own." I turned and went inside, not bothering to make sure that my new top hand was following. He could either follow or he could go hungry. It was all the same to me. He followed. I noticed him looking at that case of rifles that I'd drug in earlier. He was also sniffing at the air in the room. I. More

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