I didn't think someone as cool as you would want to hang out with an old hipster like me." I was floored, and almost stopped walking down the side of ...he road right then and there."You're not as lame as I thought you'd be." I said to him, making myself seem a lot less interested and eager than I felt. He laughed again and It made me feel better.We walked and spoke about random stuff, he asked about my dad as most people do, I asked about his career and photography in the magazines and art. “That’s good,” he commented. “We need folks like you to move here. We get enough troublemakers from Ft. Bliss, the cattle trail and the railroad.”Then he segued into the happenings of the weekend. There were two shootings Saturday night, both gunfights at a saloon. One of the shootings involved George Howard and a soldier from Bliss. The soldier wasn’t killed, but he’d be a while healing up.“Of course, Little Georgie Boy was exonerated, his daddy saw to that,” Clem said with a sneer in his. I wasn’t. But my bitch of a little sister and that faggot Clint had me on videotape forcing my dyke sister to eat my pussy. They were blackmailing me. My parents, especially my father, would kill me if he thought I were gay.I wasn’t. I was straight. I liked...guys. They were...fine.I didn’t like being my sister’s sex slave.“Oh, yes, you loved that big dildo,” purred Juana, the fucking dyke-cunt-whore. Her hands gripped my asscheeks, pushing them together.The butt plug drove deeper into my. I’m so sorry!” “Call an ambulance, hurry!” “No ambulance!” the Big Boy’s boss growled. He had jumped out of the adjacent room. He had seen everything through a hole in the wall. „No ambulance, I do not want cops here! Big Boy, you damaged the most perspective and hardworking girl of my friend madam Lulu. There is trouble in store for you. You caused losses for more than hundred thousand bucks. Who will pay uh?” “But she said… she started last week?” “Don’t be such a fool. Didn’t you see.