Keisha worked part-time as a secretary, not even an administrative assistant, just a plain old secretary, in a doctor’s office. The good part was th...t her hours allowed her to be there full-time for her child, which was important since Bree had been diagnosed with cerebral palsy when she was eighteen months. Of course, they received some help for her daughter’s disability every month. But from the moment she found out she was having a baby, well into her pregnancy, Keisha had been determined. A lot of piss and shit was released by the scared soldiers, who lost control of their sphincters.The soldiers who had lived through the first fusillade were also hampered by the fact that their Spencer rifles had recently been replaced by the Sharps carbine with its single-shot, falling block design, which cut way back on their rate of fire. Those that thought of it were much better served by the .44 caliber Colt Dragoon pistols they carried in saddle holsters. A few were able to bring these. Kimber relaxed her body and she actually liked the way his touch felt on her skin. “Do you like that?” Ryan asked. Kimber nodded without saying a word. When he started to rub her inner thighs, she started to get a small sensation in her pelvic area. It grew more intense as he rubbed closer to her privates. He laid his hand flat on her pussy through her dress. Then he lifted her dress and pulled down her pink thong. He threw it on the floor next to her. Ryan started to kiss her stomach and go. "Maybe this isn't the type of place we should visit. Look's like a rough biker crowd." I was concerned."It doesn't look that bad. Let's go in and have a drink, and if we aren't comfortable we can leave."She made sense.We exited the car and walked through the large entrance door directly into the bar area. On the right, I noticeda few groups of cowboys, good-old-boys, rednecks; whatever you want to call them. On the left were the bikers, six of them with their tattooed 'bitches' in tow, leering.