Tammy Gray greeted Jon and Linda with a smile almost as bright as the morning sun over the bayous. Guess what, guys?” She stood on the front porch of the Despair house, dressed in denim and a checkered western shirt . . . with pearl snaps. Cute little cowboy boots. Little bandanna around her neck. The buckle on her belt must have weighed five pounds. Linda thought she looked perfectly nauseating. Jon looked out onto the front lawn, wondering where the woman had tied her horse. Tammy wondered if it would be possible to get a threesome going? Like maybe tonight? Threesomes could be such fun. Once she’d had two guys at the same time. Really filled her up ... so to speak. Then another time this girl friend of hers had brought this positively gorgeous hunk of a man over and . . . well, everybody kind of got loose after smoking a couple of left-handed cigarettes. I’m afraid to guess,” Linda said, enough ice in her voice to freeze meat. Well,”—Tammy tossed her long blonde hair—the governor sent me out here to try to change your mind, Mr.
