Bonnie and Clyde with a twist (closed)

[LongWalkHome]

OOC: For Watergirl and I

IC: It was shaping up to be a beautiful day. The sky was pouring buckets on the windshield, the temperature was dipping into the 40's and the wind was whipping up like it was serious. I sat inside the Blazer, drinking my fifth cup of coffee and studied the profile in the folder for the third time.

Looking into the mirror I stretched out my arms , trying to work the kinks out of my shoulders and neck and gauging my chances for the evening. Something told me I was about to get lucky, a gut instinct or maybe it was the pattern that unfolded when you looked at the profile of the person I hoped to catch.

"To Serve and Protect" The logo on my shirt announced in a half moon "Sheriff" it concluded on the bottom, "Morton County".

I had the 4 wheeler backed behind a collection of heavy brush, the shotgun beside me free of it's carrier and loaded except for the barrel. If she made an appearance I would be ready, and if I were fortunate enough tonight, I'd be on my way to east street.

The plan was simple to me, if you can't earn the money honestly, steal it from the crooks. And who better to help then another crook? The fact we had a chain store robbery going on and headed towards my county made it even better.

I stretched my six foot frame again and slid the cap back off my blond hair, thinking. At age twenty eight I was one of the youngest Sheriffs on record, and with luck I would be the richest before my next birthday. It was just a matter of patience and a plan.

 

[watergirl]

Bonnie

"Oh, Loard, won't you buy meeeeee, a Mercedes Benz - my friends alll drive Porshes, I muuust make a-mends" -

I sang off key with the weezy 8 track that I'd picked up at a junk sale. Rain slammed down onto my rusty brown Delta '88, a good old '78 olds as I barrelled along through the shitty weather. I'd been on my own for three weeks, and it was good to hear Janis, keeping me company. The radio had given up, but the 8-track was alright - they don't make em like they used to.

The goddamn Braley family owned near everything in the county - stores, the folks that worked for 'em, and almost every political office you could name. My ma and dad had meant to leave me the family farm - was my mam's, and my gramma's, and so on back, back to the Bonnie Spencer I was named after. Instead - the Braley's down at the store had given dad credit in lean year after lean year.... till finally he passed away, and they took our house and our land. My house and my land. The women in our family have always run the place, menfolk just for company and kids.... Ma had passed away - doc said heart attack, but broken heart is more like it.

And now, I was workin my way towards the center of the Braley's land. One store at a time, robbin em, collecting back a little at a time of what should have been mine... till I get there, and I'm gonna make them give me back the deed to my place. I may look dumb, in my jeans and my flannel, but you can bet your ass you ain't gonna walk on me. I'm in good tight shape, from workin on the farm, and I pounded the steering wheel till it rattled along with my singing and the rest of the car. Only thing better would be if the damn rain let up, so I could roll down the windows and let my hair blow back...

 

[LongWalkHome]

I was about to pull away and call it a night when the first set of headlights in hours cut thru the rainy night. Easy street was on its way! I chuckled then pulled the rain suit on I had pulled out of the back and struggled with it, pulling it on.

I knew I needed no excuse to arrest the young woman that stepped from the beaten up old boat of a car, she had warrants out for her in a dozen instances that I knew of, But curiosity was getting the best of me.

"Lets see how you do in a pinch, young lady" I spoke out loud and watched her move into the convenience store. "How do you react when the plan falls apart and YOU'RE the one under the gun"

I stepped into the pouring rain and slid the cut down shotgun under my raincoat, then walked towards the store in the relative safety of the hard rain, knowing she wouldn't be able to see me in it from inside.

Seconds later I grinned as the tires on her 88 sagged and hissed angrily at me, the slashes I put in them with my knife making the car worthless.

I moved to the side of the door and watched the tomboyish figure moving around inside, checking the interior of the place out before reaching under her flannel shirt and pulling a gun from the front of her pants.

"You've got spunk, Missy" I commented to the rain pouring off the brim of my hat "But you've got a lot to learn and I'm the man to teach you"

The thought kept me chuckling as I watched the woman wave the gun and speak at the clerk, then grab the bag the frightened clerk had emptied the till into to. The clerk dropped to the floor and the triumphant tomboy moved to the door with her bag of loot and into the rain

"Unless you want to witness first hand what double O buck does to your flesh" I yelled at her the barrel of the shotgun aimed directly at her head "I suggest you drop to your knees, place the gun and bag in front of you, then lace your fingers behind your head! You've got FIVE...FOUR...THREE...TWO..."

I took one step forward, out of her reach yet into the light coming thru the stores window so she could see the badge I had moved to the raincoat and continued my countdown.

If she resisted she would be dead and I would be a hero. If she played it cool?

"What's it going to be, tomboy?" I barked, interrupting my countdown. "Make your choice"

 

[watergirl]

Bonnie

"fuck, fuck fuck fuck, fucking hell!" raced through my head, as adrenaline raced through my system. I ducked out into the rain, ready for my victory dance as I screamed on the rush of another hit, another Braley ass-kisser crying on the floor -

and instead, faced a cop - a tall, loud, young looking cop, bellowing at me, and I stopped short. Hunching my shoulders, squinting in the rain, I stood legs wide apart, and threw the bag to the ground... but not the gun. Levelling the gun at him, I offered,

"My choice? What about your choice, asshole? Whatcha think you're gonna do, shoot this gun outta my hand, you some kinda hotshot sherriff?"

My eyes darted to my car, and my heart almost skipped a beat, seeing my slashed tires -

"Awwww, shit - you low, cowardly shit - "

I'd never expected a cop to play fair, but this was a 12 year old's nasty trick.

 

[LongWalkHome]

I watched her raise her own pistol and then challenge me, the barrel not wavering an inch as she looked towards her disabled car.

"Wrong move, tomboy" I pointed out, swinging the shotgun like a bat and swatting the pistol out of her grip and into the mud. Reversing it again I drove the butt into her stomach and listened to the sound of it driving the air from her with satisfaction.

On her knees now I pushed her to the cement as she coughed and gasped for air, pinning her down with my knee as I twisted her arm behind her.

"You NEED to keep your eyes on the target at ALL times" I chatised, snapping the cuff over her wrist and dragging the second one over to do the same.

"Or you just might become the target" I added as the second cuff snapped crisply into place and I stepped back, letting her roll over.

Her eyes were defiant and cunning as she lay on her back and looked up at me, no defeat at all in them and I liked that. She was tough, strong, resiliant, if not yet trained in how to control that strength and use it in the proper time and way.

"You want to try it again?" I offered, keeping out of her legs reach. "Get up and walk over to my truck"

 

[watergirl]

He stood above me, sneering and enjoying my humiliation. I could feel the stares and laughter of the peopel in the store, and I glared at him, wishing looks could kill. I got awkwardly to my feet, cursing myself for even speaking to him.... Shoot first, ask questions later is a wise old saying, and if I'd been thinking more clearly, I would have done exactly that.

"Alright, fine," I managed, panting for breath after his fast assault - "You bet I'd like to try again" -

This one young bastard cop, probably a glory hound, I thought, just wanted the shine and sucking up he'd get if I he brought me in. If I could outsmart him, just get one lucky moment, I could be on my way... cars were easy to come by, and maybe the next one I stole would have even have a tape deck.

 

[LongWalkHome]

She was thoroughly soaked, the water causing her heavy shirt to cling on her and hint at the swells beneath it, her jeans tight against her skin and emphasizing the taut buttocks under it as she rose to her feet and glared at.

I stepped off the cement and kneeled, scooping up the pistol where it stuck into the mud, my eyes on her as well as the barrel of the shotgun.

"Move, that way" I instructed and nodded towards the brush, then followed her. "Around the trees" I continued, still close enough to watch her body movements but far enough back to be out of reach.

"Now put your forehead on the glass window and back up, spreading your feet"

Kicking the legs apart and hooking her foot with mine I pulled her off balance before opening the door and unloading the shotgun and tossing it in.

"Hold still and we'll get this over quick like" I warned her and began to pat her down, letting my hands take their time and fondle each curve and valley as I searched for other weapons.

"Uh huh, what's a lady like you doing carrying a knife like this?" I laughed, pulling a "pig sticker" from the hollow in her back and then sliding my hands between her ass cheeks and groping.

"Anything else in there I might be interested in?"

I laughed at her string of curses and continued, letting my hand slide around and cup her mound, rubbing it several times for good measure.

"Now that's a dangerous weapon if I ever found one" I taunted, sliding my hands down one trembling leg and then up the other, finished and satisfied I had done a thorough search.

"Turn around" I instructed and pulled on her arms so she could get her feet under her and regain her balance.

"Oops, almost forgot" A hand on each side of her shirt I gave it a yank and grinned as the buttons flew, revealing a pair of surprisingly full breasts. "Nope, No weapons that I can see"

I let my eyes flicker down and then up, catching a flicker of her leg and turning my hips quickly so the blow designed to cripple me only struck glancing off my hip.

"Nice try, but not good enough" I grinned, then swung my right hand in a crossing motion and letting her face feel my backhand. The blow pushed her back against the side of the Blazer, staggering her and I chose the time to grab her and push her into the cab, closing her door and moving quickly around to my own. Pulling the keys out of my pocket as I moved I hopped into the relatively dry confines of the four wheeler and started it, looking over at the sullen and slightly swollen face of my tomboy.

"Lets go someplace where it's dry and we can get you out of those wet clothes" I spoke cheerfully and threw the shifter into drive, taking off from the shelter of the bushes. "Then we can get to know one another a lot better and I'll tell you what your options are"

I floored the Blazer, listening to the four barrel open up and howl, the modified 400 small block responding quickly with it's power and slingshotting us down the asphalt with a squeal of tires. We were miles down the road away from town before I switched off the overhead lights and slowed to a normal pace on the rain washed road.

"So what in the hell made you think you could rob a Braley store in MY County, Mz Bonny Spencer?" I asked, grinning at the look of surprise flash over her face. "And more important, where did you think you'd end up?"

I concentrated on the road and finding the turn onto the gravel road that would take us to the old lumber mill, waiting for her reply as I slowed at the faded sign and maneuvered up the unused road.

 

[watergirl]

Bonnie

I sat shivering, pissed off, scared, in the sherriff's truck. With my wrists cuffed behind me, I couldn't sit back against the seat. I leaned forward, awkward, my ripped open flannel gaping, exposing my heavy tits, nipples hard from the cold and the rain... I was soaked from head to toe, and miserable.

When I get miserable, I get angry as all hell... As if I wasn't already ready to spit nails, my poor car, my game plan for the Braleys, all of it going to hell because of this one hot-shot sherriff.. And, damnit, not just a hot-shot - hot. I've always liked big men, and the way his hands had completely groped me like I belonged to him, I was wet from more than rain. Didn't mean I wasn't going to hurt him as badly as I could - it just meant I might have a little more leverage than I thought, if this came to where we could be civil to each other... It's always good to enjoy what you do - and if I had to put out to get my way out of this - well, that might not be all bad.

I'd rather have my knife back, and shave his blond head bald, cut his balls off, stuff them down his throat, and steal his car... but sex and violence sometimes go along together, and I had a feeling this might be one of that kind of man....

 

[LongWalkHome]

I was still grinning as I pulled her over the seat and out the drivers door behind me, the look in her eyes hadn't gone unnoticed to me, nor was the way her dark nipples had hardened into matching peaks.

We moved up the old, decaying sidewalk and thru a large metal door, then into the dark interior of the tin warehouse. The rain bouncing off the roof sounded like thunder with each heavy drop, the walls reverberating the sound as I pulled her by one arm towards a smaller door in the back.

"Home,Sweet Home" I quipped, pushing open the smaller door and moving us both into a the dry interior, pushing her into a chair.

"Sit here and don't try anything" I instructed thru the darkness, locking the door and sliding the key into my pocket. Fumbling around I found the lantern and matches that were shoved into a corner and lit the wick. The room slowly brightened and I adjusted the wick, then snapped the globe over it and moved back to my "perp".

"The way I see it" I began, unlocking the cuffs and pulling them off her chafed wrists. "You can go to jail and serve 25 years to life for armed robbery"

I walked around her and leaned against the wall, admiring the sight of her breasts as they swayed while she rubbed at her wrists.

"OR, you can do exactly what and when I tell you and we can BOTH get rich and you can get even once and for all with the Braley's"

Her eyes were cautious as the words sunk in and she tried to fasten the remaining buttons on her shirt, then gave up and asked.

"And what exactly would I have to do?"

I grinned, knowing I wouldn't have to convince her too much on my plan, then instructed with a leer.

"For starters, stand up and peel off those wet clothes. All of them"

Her look told me that she KNEW what all men wanted and I was just one of those men, and her words confirmed it.



"And after I let you fuck my pussy a couple of times, then tell me what that has to do with getting rich and even?"

I grinned and corrected, my words snapping her head up as I spoke them.

"Who said how many times I was going to fuck you, and where? And depending on your performance I'll tell you the details"

I unbuttoned my own shirt and slid it off, keeping my eyes on her, knowing when I was at my weakest she would try for me...and looking forward to it. The gunbelt went next, the non issue automatic hanging encouragingly over the back of the chair as I stood and watched her undress.

"All of it, honey" I encouraged "Tell me what a bad girl you are"

 

[watergirl]

Staring him in the eye as he unbuttoned his shirt, I threw my shoulders back and stood tall. My face was swelled and tender from his backhand, my ribs hurt, I was cold, wet, and locked in a chilly tin warehouse. My breathing sped up... no one couldhear us out here, no one was looking for me - or so I'd thought... but here was hot-shot, and he'd not only been looking for me, he knew my name, and he knew my plans.

And if he intended to join me and take a share of what I intended to reclaim as mine - I was gonna make him work for it. My breathing quickened as I watched him strip, and hang his gun to the side. Not moving too fast, I dropped my hands to my waist, unbuttoning my jeans, but stopping there.

"My performance? Shouldn't you be worried about your own? C'mon, you sure you can manage to handle one little ol' girl like me, all by yourself? You haven't even told me your name yet, handsome... "

My words dripped with as much sarcasm as I could give them. I wanted to provoke the arrogant ass, make him lose his temper... Men are always easier to manage when they can't think straight.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Clyde

I stood in front of her, watching her take her time unbuttoning her jeans down and off, her full breasts swaying as she bent and then stood insulting me.

I stood and listened to the words and the arrogant way she spoke them, knowing she wanted to piss me off with them, and then I laughed. Laughed at her and her pathetic words, telling her they were in my own venom dripping words.

"You think YOU are the only one Barley screwed over? Your farm was the ONLY thing stolen unrightfully? You think All of that and this was the BEST plan you came up with?"

It was funny, in a pathetic way, in a twisted way we were the same person but on the opposite sides of the fence.

"And you think calling me a few names will make me angry and lose my control? You think I'm such an easy "boy" to take care of that way?"

It did amuse me but I stopped smiling and felt my face go sober, rigid, as I looked at her bare chested visage and how proud she was in spte of it.

"My name is Sherriff Clyde Walker and I'm the bastard son of old man Barley" I announced coldly, watching for the effect the words had on her. "Now get your clothes off unless you like getting roughed up while I tear them off"

It was my turn to stand proudly, letting my muscled chest flex from the anger she had got out of me, despite the control I claimed to have. Stand and glare back at her, my hands on my narrow hips as I waited for her to obey...David and Goliath...Bonny and Clyde...

 

[watergirl]

I stood, disgusted and yet unsurprised. Any sherriff who would stoop to slashing my tires - a Braley, through and through.

"Your old man might not lay claim to you, but that don't mean you aint' still part of that whole goddamn family. I shoulda known you was, and if you want me now, it's gonna have to be rough, cause I aint' givin' you a damn thing."

I knew he'd jump me, now, and I was ready. My body wanted him, and he'd know that as soon as he got my jeans off me - but my head and my heart where cut off as cold as an ice wall. I didn't know what sort of plan he had for the two of us, or why he thought he needed to get even...

I tensed up, waiting for him, cold, wet, shivering, and sick at myself for wanting his hands on me again, and his warm dry skin on mine.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Clyde

Her words angered me as much as her body aroused me and she knew it. Expected my reaction in the same way she expected me to show her who was the "boss" she would answer to.

I would beat her, but the question was how badly and with what? Causing pain was a pleasure of mine and knowing the limits a person had was instinct, but was she aware of her own thresholds?

We would find out.

"When I'm done with you" I began slowly, flexing my arms for her benefit and to loosen the bound muscles "You'll eat your words about being part of THAT family. I've worked for everything I have and NEVER kissed thier asses, all I've ever gotten from them is grief and the back of his hand"

It was true, when my mother had died and left me with the revalation of who my father was I had approached him, and when his eyes had met mine he didn't deny it as he cursed me and stood over me after he had half beaten to death.

I raised my open hands and advanced at her, my eyes watching her body for signs of getting ready to kick, bite or claw at me.

I flicked my right hand out at her and grinned as she ducked, a triumphant smile on her face as she glared at me with her eyes, and as she straightened directly into my left hand that was making a slow and heavy swing.

The open handed slap caught her perfectly on the side of her face, the imprint of my hand clear on her cheek as I looked down at her prone form and taunted.

"One slap and you're down and crying, lil one?" I grinned again as her anger washed over her and she rose, rushing at me with hands formed into claws and I stepped aside, tripping her into the ground again.

A second time she found herself on the floor and I moved quickly, straddling her and letting the weight of my body hold her down as I ground myself against her firm ass and twisted her arm behind her.

"You've gots guts, sweet stuff" I admitted to the back of her hair strewn head "But lack training"

I twisted her arm and was rewarded with a whimper as it bent at an almost impossible angle, then slapped her ass as hard as I could after rising off her.

"Have you ever been taught to fight?" I questioned her as she rose, rubbing her arm and glaring at me "Besides rough and tumble in the dirt?"

I knew her mind was working as she moved towards an aged chair leaning against it in mock failure as she sobbed, her shoulders heaving. My answer was quick to come as she spun, her good arm using the chair as a counterwight and spinning towards me, crashing against my upheld arm.

"How's that for an answer, asshole?" She grinned at me as I shrugged off the blow and shook the cobwebs from my head.

"Good for a start" I answered, kicking my leg out and hooking her own with my foot and dragging her to the ground for the third time. "But follow up before you lose your advantage"

I took my own advice as she rolled, dropping my weight on her abdomen and grabbing the straps of her bra, yanking them and smiling as they shredded and revealed her firm mounds, the nipples hard and raised.

Her hands flashed at me with her deadly claws and I snatched at them, pinning her arms to the floor as I twisted them down, then moved my fingers to her pert nipples and squeezed them HARD.

"I could break your neck if I wanted" I half taunted, half warned "Only that isn't what either of us want, is it?"

 

[watergirl]

"You want me, go ahead and take me." Pinned to the floor, I watched as his short blonde hair fell towards me, over his forehead.

Hoping to surprise him, I lunged upwards to kiss him, straining upwards against his hand that held mine above my head.

Jerking my hands free of him as I forced my lips against his mocking grin, I grabbed the back of his neck and head, pulling him down onto me.

I felt the hardness of his cock against me leg, and ground my hips into it. I did want him, and I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth - and bit, not enough to draw blood, just to let him know I wasn't done yet.

Digging my nails into the back of his neck, I kissed him with more passion than I'd felt in ages...

 

[LongWalkHome]

Clyde

She was tough.I gave her that as I felt her kiss me and her nails imbed themselves in my back. I had knocked her down three times, once with a blow that would have made a normal woman beg and cry for mercy and yet only angered her. It proved to me that she wasn't normal, but then neither was I.

I broke the kiss and lifted away from her.

"I won't fuck you in the dirt"

I rose and looked down at her erotic figure, her bare breasts swaying gently with her harsh breathing, her face flushed from heat and wanted passion.

"I'm suddenly not good enough to FUCK?" She retorted, her eyes flashing as she rose to her knees.

I grinned, my hand swooping down and grabbing her hair, lifting her protesting figure to her feet and propelling us both backwards to the wall behind.

"I said I won't fuck you in the DIRT" I corrected as her back slammed against the bare wall and I pressed my own body against it. I was enjoying this, the feel of her body on mine, her aroused nipples pushing my own chest . The thrill of finding someone who could take and give it as rough as I craved.

"I didn't say I WASN'T going to FUCK you"

One hand still in her hair I used the other to shove her jeans down and then delved into her wet panties. I was surprised, she not only could take and give it rough, she craved it as well. The wetness and the musky aroma both proved beyond a doubt the secret was out.

I grinned, pushing a finger into her wet slit and feeling her buck against it immediately as she cursed me softly, her eyes meeting mine.



"Damn you bastard, you going to take me or bore me to death?"

Her jeans had dropped to her ankles and she had kicked them off, the only barrier remaining being her panties which I solved with a sudden tearing motion. A quick tug and my own were open, the swollen length of my cock freed and pushing against her wet slit, then lunging upwards and into it.

"Sticks and stones, baby" I grunted to her, thrusting a second time and sliding deeper into her slick canal. Mashing my lips to hers I thrust a third time, feeling the tip of my cock press against the lining of her womb, hitting bottom.

"Words can't but lets see if you can hurt me"

I began to pound into her then, my body thrusting into hers, my chest flattening hers and feeling the hard buttons atop the softer mounds as her hands rose to my shoulders and dug in again.The time to see who could insult the other the best was gone, replaced by a new contest of the flesh...

 

[watergirl]

He held me against the wall, fucking me just the way I wanted - hard and rough. Immediate... I bucked against him, ripping my nails down his back, tipping my head back and letting out a scream. "God - Fuck me, I hate you" - our bodies tight together, rain still pounding down on the building.

I reached down, rubbing my hands hard down his back, wrapping my legs around him, spreading wide open. Bringing my head down, I bit his shoulder, harder, wanting him but wanting him to hurt, too.

This was the kind of man I wanted - the kind who could take me, not because he cared, but because he could. I knew, as he bit my nipple in retaliation, that he wasn't the type to fuck a woman who couldn't handle it. He wouldn't lower himself to be tamed by some sweet thing who wanted him to take out the trash and take her to church, anymore than he would fuck me in the dirt.

He wanted me, and we both drew blood as we fucked. I let go of his ass, grabbing his hair and kissing his mouth again, tasting each other, as he brought me closer to climax.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Clyde

Is it rape when one meets a stranger and finds her lust for sex is as strong as yours? Perhaps it's a perversion that you both share and then suddenly find in each other’s eyes the first time you meet?

The thoughts flashed thru my mind as I pinned her against the wall and pounded into her lithe body, feeling her juices wash our joined sexes and hearing her curses as I did so.

And then suddenly it didn't matter as I felt her teeth cut into the flesh of my shoulder and the blood run. It was the catalyst that turned me into a sex starved madman and took over my body, letting me withdraw from her sex and turn her, telling me to plunge back into her fragrant walls and take her from behind. And that madman demanded I hold her hips with one hand while I pounded my bare hand on her the sweet flesh of her ass.

It didn't matter somehow, our grunts, moans and harsh breathing was but a backdrop for what was occurring where we were joined, the inches of flesh that moved against each other and created such wanton emotions that washed over us.

Blow after blow I punished her with and in return was rewarded with her muscles contracting over my cock and her screams of passion. And then suddenly a new factor joined us, a fire that grew quickly in my groin and flooded upwards, tearing at the breath in my lungs, the blood in my heart and the very consciousness in my head as it tore thru me and then escaped with a wash of hot fluid.

"Yesssss" I hissed, feeling another tremor spread and shake our still united bodies, hearing her own exclamations as I held close to her erotic frame.

 

[watergirl]

I came around him as he filled me, my nipples rubbed raw from their scraping against the rough walls as he slammed into my tight ass again and again. He knew what I wanted, I didn't have to ask, he just took me and forced it - I would try to kill him for it.

It wasn't just about our bodies - it was about our minds and our desires for revenge, that turned us into animals. When we recovered ourselves, I knew that he would try to take control of my fate. I loved his strength and his passion for my body, but I wasn't ready to surrender my spirit, until he proved to me that he could get me what I really wanted.

I shuddered as I put the palms of my hands against the walls, trying and failing to push my body back against his, away from the wall, only to be slammed into it again and again. He was finished now, but wanted to hurt me a little bit more, just because he could.

My ass was wide and painful from his assault, my skin smarting from his slaps, my face hurt.... and I hadn't given nearly the beating I'd gotten. My time might come, though, when I could think more clearly.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Clyde

I was done. I slid out of her abused hole with a slick, slopping sound, pulling my pants and gunbelt up.

"That was nice, kid. Now get dressed and don't pull anything while you do it and then I'll tell you how we're both going to make a lot of money at the expense of the Barleys"

Fun time was over and she was going to be dangerous again quickly, buttoning my shirt I knew I needed to keep her interested and moving or I'd have to shoot her as she "escaped".

"Look Bonny, all kidding aside I've got as good of a motive to want revenge" I began as I watched her dress. "But I've learned to wait until the advantage and timing was in MY favor"

Not ashamed of herself Bonny had faced me as she pulled her clothes on with a grimace, then asked in a hard voice.

"And what kind of reasons do you have for me to trust you, Bastard?"

I grinned, talking was good, at laest she was thinking instead of just reacting!

"Ten Million of them, kid" I offered "Ten Million!"