I missed you."I pulled into our driveway a half hour later. Clear roads meant faster commute. As I shut the door on the truck behind me, the front doo... opened revealing my Nikki standing there in shorts and a logoed t-shirt. She rushed out to kiss me in our front yard."I don't care who sees us now. You're my husband!" Her arms were around my neck as an SUV with a magnetic sign pulled into our drive.We walked down together. The SUV was assigned to a federal agency, and the occupants were. She ask if I wanted to take a nap? I had been up since 4 am moving two loads of cattle. I said that would be nice, I had showered and had breakfast. She wanted to lay down with me, she was ready for a nap as well. We went to her room and got in bed. I had on my under shorts, she got undressed to not wrinkle her clothes she said. She put on a bed dress thing i could see through. I liked the look of her nice tits and her ass in those panties. Once she got in bed she ask me to hold her. She backed. She was presumed dead. Larry didn't buy intosuch stories, though. Tales of superheroes and super villains were urbanlegends as far as he was concerned -- fodder for adventure movies with wildspecial effects and Saturday morning animated cartoons.Fortunately, it was a short walk from the restaurant where he worked asa short-order cook to the Columbus Circle subway station. Larry tossed thedrenched paper in the trash as soon as he reached the platform. The rainhad been lasting for days, and there. The glasses were spotless, the floor was always swept, and the counter was wiped to a polish. There were some establishments that didn’t allow women. The Dead Man’s Pearl welcomed women to drink at the bar stools as well as saloon girls who were paid handsomely. As far as he was concerned they ran the finest establishment in the entire west. He would often think of the dead man and wonder if anyone back east still missed him. He even caught himself wondering at times; if the pearl had been his.