His Adam's apple slid up and down as he swallowed convulsively.He looked like he was trying to say something- trying to beg, maybe.Renee lost sight of...him as more men swarmed around.Claude unexpectedly stood, lifting her painfully into the air with him, his fingers still in her.He turned to the man next to him, a man Renee hadn't even noticed.The man had obviously noticed her.One of his hands was under the tablecloth, and both of his eyes were watching Claude's hand, the one that disappeared. I was alert enough now to realize what a filthy, scruffy person I had become; it was over two weeks since I had shaved or had a bath, and even longer since I had a haircut. My clothes were also filthy, but I had a change in my saddlebags. The town had a barber with a bath facility, so I left the saloon to get cleaned up. They knew where I was going, in case the marshal wanted to talk to me.I actually felt human an hour later as I left the barber shop. It was fairly late in the day, so I found. Three minutes later, he left the apartment.“Thanks, you were great,” was all he said. Strangely, I felt satisfied. He had used me like a piece of ass, to say it in simple words. But wasn’t I looking for this?Presenting myself on the dating site as a bottom made many men think that I was also submissive, ready to do anything. Maybe they were right. The next man I met was a guy of about thirty years, living not far away from me. He arrived on foot, but an hour late.He told me that after chatting. You know if it stays nice all day I can get some stuff done here and take a 7 o'clock train in and be there for 9:30 or so." Joe said checking his watch."That's about when I'll go to bed." Mmmmmm, I know. You got a problem with that?" He joked."No, not at all." She said with a smile.Joe went over to her and hugged her tightly."Just how could I last a night without you next to me? It's one thing when I know you're just across town, but down in the city?" He whispered."How about after we move.