Four men came storming into the saloon, and one shouted, “WHERE THE HELL IS BART MCSWAIN? HE SHOT MY BROTHER, AND I DEMAND SATISFACTION!”This was ...ne of those challenges that no man of the times could turn down and maintain his self-respect. I laid my cards on the table and stood up. “I am Bart McSwain, and who are you accusing me of killing?”“You killed John Chambers, and I aim to kill you, you bastard.”“Hell, Chambers was shooting at me first, and I just protected myself.”“You are a liar!. His free hand left my neck, I heard a belt buckle as he pulled back, felt clothes rustling, heard change jingle as his pants hit the tiled floor. He leaned back over me, the crop in my face again, my head turned to see him from the corner of my eye. The leather stroked my face, leaving wet trails across my cheek. God, I could smell myself, he was wiping the pussy juices on my face! My mouth opened, my tongue reaching out. His bared cock was hot and hard between my ass cheeks as he pressed his. Heexplained that she had to wear dresses for one year before it would evenbe considered. He also told her she would need his counseling beforethat. He gave her a prescription he said would prepare her for thesurgery. She left and felt happy that it would happen even if she had towait six months.Barbara stopped at a dress shop. It was the first time she had shoppedwithout Janet. She looked at dresses. She saw a green dress that wasstrapless and had green sequins on the top part. She tried it on. Without a word, I pulled her against my naked body. She looked at me, and as she opened her mouth to say something, I shocked her.I kissed her.She looked at me, opened her mouth, nodded to me, and I kissed her again.Moving my hands up against her, I leaned into her, and reached down. I grazed her small flat stomach with my fingers, and I pulled up her shirt. She backed up a bit, and I pulled it up over her head. I dropped it on the floor of the living room, and stood there staring at her.