" Not every sibling is like you." Zane countered. "I wouldn't be happy if one of my sisters just showed up." It's Juan's family," Ivan said, "we can't...tell him to like them." Well I for one, want to know why he's here." I decided. I glanced at the boys again; none of them were 'dressed for company'. "Jhon, go get them, bring them in. If he says anything too rude about the way you or Yann are dressed, throw him out." Jhon had on a thong with a nut sack but no ring so it wouldn't 'taint' his. Most nights Elizabeth worked in the hotel bar and after a short while, as she got to know me, she would sometimes ask me for help when she got busy. I got quite used to bartending with Elizabeth and late on summer nights after we closed the bar, we often walked together along the shore path, toward the lighthouse outside the harbor, sat for a while and watched the stars. It was on the third such walk we first held hands and only very shortly thereafter we first kissed goodnight in the hallway. I feel him slowly lifting up the back of my skirt. Inch by inch he raises it. He slides his hands up the outside of my thighs. Feeling naked flesh. His touch is light and his hands are warm. Confidant. Purposeful. Moving sensuality but with intent. His hands glide over my bottom. He kneeds the warm skin and he makes me moan.My breathing changes.Excitement, fear, arousal,anticipation." Keep still for him Kim. Obey the strangers hands.Relinquish control. Let him touch you just how you want him. Just to inform those who may not be aware, Poteau translates to post from the French language and reflects the history of this part of the country before it was purchased from France in 1803, for the net sum of less than three cents per acre. Enough of this history lesson about the Louisiana Purchase, and on to my adventurous friends, The U. S. Marshals of Indian Territory.Stopping long enough to purchase jerky and more double-aught buckshot, the Marshals unexpectedly cleared the front porch on.