He wuz a bully what's been askin' fer a takin' down fer years. Looks like he picked on the wrong fellow this time."About that time, the town marshal w...lked in. "I hear some public spirited citizen finally rid us of Jack Smally. Where is he, I'd like ta shake his hand?"Ed Hopper said, "Here he is, Marshal Jones. Meet Jim Austin. He's the public spirited citizen ya're lookin' fer."The marshal shook hands and thanked Jane for doing such a good job. He then turned to the bartender and said, "I've. My wife would brag to her close friends about my expertise in bed. So the word was I was quite a stud. Two other women came forth for their turn. ‘This was pure sex. Enjoyable enough but without emotional attachment. But it did divert from the hurt within me. The women confirmed my reputation as a stud. Other women came to my bed. ‘Patrice and her husband were part of that crowd.’ ‘What was your wife’s name?’ ‘Janelle. Janelle Wilson, our name. Her pen name was Janelle Martin.’ ‘I know. His lips curled into a snarl of lust and dominance. His cock was hard and erect, tenting the material of his dressing gown in front of him. He pawed and kneaded the round globes of her arse cheeks lewdly as she shouted and kicked. He pushed her face into the duvet to silence her and her curses were muffled as she thrashed from side to side. He pulled at the flesh of her buttocks, opening them, exposing her anus which pouted and gripped as she wriggled and fought and he pushed his fingertips. ’ He appealed to me, looking helpless. I couldn’t resist. I got up and reached down to help him up. With a quick grin, Riley pulled me down on top of him. ‘What do you want.’ I scowled down at him. ‘Nothing.’ He smirked. ‘I’m getting up then.’ I pushed up with my hands, poking him in the chest. With a sigh, I got up and sit back down on my pallet. That little bit of play had taken the breath from me. I yawned and lay back down. ‘Come on Sabby, you have to meet the rest of the pack.’ Riley sat.