"Wanna hear yourself having sex with asshole," I said, looking her straight in the eye.She was stunned. She hadn't uttered a word as the machine playe... out her feelings about me. She slowly shook her head no. "I thought not," I said.I took another sip of my drink. She looked at the gun. She looked at me. She slowly rose and headed back into the house. Her steps quickened as she got closer to the door.I wondered what she was doing in the house. Packing? Calling her lover? Calling the cops?I. Despite being the scene of so much suffering it was still a beautiful place. Em and her oldest daughter were traveling a ways with us on the way back to their ranch. They had a contract to sell and deliver supplies to the miners, including beef. Her oldests’ husband, our friend Bob, would freight the supplies bought through our partnership. Zeke and I tried to give it to them but Em had a fit. “It was mostly your money that got us here. You’re good luck boys and I want to hang on to that. If. " Come inside," she said. She turned and shouted into the interior of the apartment. "Molly!"She turned back to me. I was barely inside. Their front door was still open, with me in the doorway. "I'm Sarah Winthrop," she said."Greg Petersen," I said again.The redhead showed up in the foyer. "This is my roommate, Molly Mathis," the brunette said. "Molly, this is our new neighbor in Linda and Charlotte's house. His name is Greg." Hello, Greg" Molly said.Sarah had appointed herself mistress of. Just what I was thinking about doing. He smiled and asked if I was OK. For a second it was hard to breathe. He got me back on my feet and said, “Well, I have everything I need. The guys will get it started tomorrow. Thanks, Ash. I appreciate you meeting me after work.” And just like that, he was gone. For the next several months I saw him from a distance, and each time I felt the flicker of lust increase. By Christmas, it felt more like a forest fire than a flicker. My dad had invited all the.