” A walk that just might happen to take them by Sara Valentine’s house.* * *It was the end of a long and strange week for Sara, who was sitting on...her back porch sipping a glass of red wine. The sun was just dipping below the horizon and she was starting to think about getting in out of the cold when she heard the doorbell ring. At first she ignored it, feeling tired and worried about what new degradation might await her. She had been careful to lock the door this time. But the bell rang again,. Why?" he asked again"Oh, I jus' wondered," the desk clerk answered. "You jus' go on back an' have a good night's rest." What was all that about some bull?" he asked his wife as they went on back to the room they had. "Was he sayin I'm bull headed or somethin' like that?" I don' know, Hon. Maybe I kin ask someone an' find out. It doesn't really matter." She was thankful another disaster had been averted, if just barely. After they entered the room, she told him, "Harley, baby, you got to curb. I looked at the mirror in disbelief because my face was gaunt like some lost steer out in the foothills with no grass to eat or water to wet his tongue. Kate had shaved me and she did a fine job without a single scratch but it didn’t improve matters much, all things considered. At least I didn’t have the shakes anymore and I could palm my hideout derringer and a winning card with relative ease. She watched me like a mother hen making sure her little chick didn’t do anything too outrageous or. I wasted no time removing my sweat pants and sat there in my hot pink panties. The older guy next to me put his hand in my crotch and was obviously pleasantly surprised that I was wearing panties. He said something to the guy next to him that I couldn't make out. The guy next to him then leaned over and started gently rubbing up and down my smooth thigh, it was very sensual and arousing the way he rubbed my leg. Then he suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me across the lap of the guy sitting.