"Oh my goodness," Sylvia gave a giggle, "looks like you're already in the mood for more."I glanced down, nearly mortified by the way the tenting in my...shorts telegraphed my desire."Oh no," she took in the look on my face, "I think it's cute. No _won_der Ariel is always so happy."I moved down upon her to draw attention away from my erection. Coming again really wasn't my major priority. I averted my gaze from between her legs. That pussy wasn't going anywhere; I wanted to prolong the. Barbara looked hard at him and cautioned, "Please Herb, don't do anything too precipitous. I like working for you and want to keep you in charge, not her." Take care of things out here, then come see me. I do have a plan." He went back to his office."How about that?" Barbara said to herself, unconsciously mimicking her friend and employer. "Mister Cool in action."An hour later, she entered his office and asked, "Okay Maestro, what's this grand plan of yours?"Herb told her, "Sit." He gestured. She wasn’t going to let Spalding masturbate unless he did it in front of Whitney Ponds, the hot cheerleader that Spal had all those pictures of…the girl he would NEVER have a chance in hell of going out with…but he’d always lusted after.And all this because Spal had had the nerve to try and break into his chastity belt with a bobby pin, because he was so desperate to masturbate. It wasn’t like he had a chance in hell—the damn belt was really secure, but Mom was so insulted that Spal would even. Several shots were fired from the train, and another horse fell. This was enough to discourage Keith's pursuers; they turned away lest they be shot, too.Sam had a different story to tell of her experience with these ambushers. She rode around the dune on her side of the trail and looked up to see 15 Mexicans pouring musket fire down upon the wagon train. Along the way, Sam had acquired a second pistol which she kept holstered on her saddle. Thus, she had 10 shots from her 2 pistols and one shot.