If we got in a scrape or something, they'd pray over us for hours. That's besides the prayers before every meal and the prayers when we got up or when...we went to bed." That sounds like it'd be awfully hard on a young man." It was. Now, I believe in God, but I don't believe he regulates everything we do or say. Think of how busy he'd be just looking after all the people on this wagon train, let alone all the people in the country or in the world." I understand what you're saying, Shack. Do you. I held her nose in both hands, pushed her away and said "Sit, Girl." She sat, her tail swishing back and forth. I scratched behind her ear, said "Good Girl" and walked toward Joey's back door. Daisy bounced along, just behind me.I tapped on the screen door and Joey's Mom said "Come in, Stranger. Would you like some breakfast?"I spotted Joey say at the kitchen table, pulling a fork out of a mouth full of egg. I waved at him."No thanks. I was just coming over to see if Joey ate yet. Hey Joey. Why. “Steve Beckett, AP,” he said, “is it true that you and Miss Hudson are living together at the Midland Hotel?”“It is not,” I answered, “however, I can see where your story came from. Owing to a mix up over Miss Hudson’s name, the production company booked her in as Charlie rather than Charlotte, the hotel thought it had two teenage boys staying with them. They therefore allocated us a two bedroom suite. Charlie has one bedroom and I have the other. If you call that living together then I suppose. I hold the back of her head and resume fucking her. Behind us, in the direction of the darken doorway I hear a voice. “Girl, you so fuckin loud!” a woman’s voice announces. Taken by surprise, I stop and turn quickly in her direction. Felicia grabs my chin in her hand, and forcefully turns my head back in her direction, pulling me back into her kiss. Although curious, I go back to bare back, fucking Felicia, until I feel the other woman’s hands on my lower back and ass. “What the fuck” .