The shape of her slender figure was outlined under her thin nightshirt in the flickering shadows of the hallway lamp. It was added fuel to the fire in...ide my still growing member.I remember the way she put her delicate little finger up to her glistening red lips to warn me to stay as silent as possible. Then, she closed the distance between us with a few short steps of her bare feet. The little minx straddled my heated loins like one of the saloon strumpets fixing to pee on my belly. Her. Her hands faltered even as her bow dipped and the arrow she had held in her right hand tumbled from her suddenly weak fingers.“NO!” the pregnant woman screamed, the feeling of her entire world collapsing around her. Her legs trembled and then buckled, dumping her to her knees but her eyes never left the crumpled metal and blood no more than thirty yards from her. The world was tilting. Her entire life was spinning, and she felt herself swaying in the dirt-infused air. “He can’t be dead! He. I gave him a kind of nervous look that said neither yes nor no. But he noticed that I did not push his hand away. The room seemed to be spinning now as I heard some song by Meat Loaf playing in the background. The only light in the room came from the muted television and from the spillover from the kitchen as we sat at the end of this sofa alone.He watched my face as his fingertips lightly touched the front of my shoulders. Again he watched and I gave him a neutral reaction. He did both sides. They’re upset, sir, about Miss Underwood.”Jake thought a moment, Dennis was probably right.“I’ll come and talk to them Dennis.”Jake went down to the yard where there were several loaded carts.“Men!” he called. “Miss Underwood has accepted the Frenchman’s apology and we’ve secured a better deal from him, so I’d like to get him loaded so we can be rid of him. I don’t want any more problems. Now, no one says anything out of place, no laughing at the crew or the captain and there’ll be a bonus,.