Walking around toward the back of the house, I saw that her bedroom window was open. I made my way to the window and climbed in the house.I put my han... in my pocket and pulled out a silencer for my gun. After I screwed it on, I heard a laugh. I pressed my body against the wall by the door and waited. Footsteps could be heard coming my way. Staying as still as I could, I watched as a girl with pitch-black hair walked through the bedroom door.She was naked, well besides the white silk thong she. Just as I sat down by the table she came out the back door with the two plates. I was very hungry and truly enjoyed the simple meal.Wanda was still dressed the same way she was when leaving me after the double fuck. I was wondering whether she had put on any panties... Believe it or not, I was getting horny again as we were finishing our first lunch together.Wanda cleared the table. As she leaned forward I noticed she did not wear a bra, her tiny tits were hanging loose underneath her blouse.. The sound became hazy & I couldn't focus on any words or identify any proper sounds, it was just white noise. As I began to panic, a hand gripped my thigh and squeezed. The sound began to clear up, and Adam whispered in to my ear to stay calm, and this was merely another one of the modifications Miss Stephanie had hinted to during my surgery when I had arrived. The noise again became a buzz, and I just focused on the hand, teasing the top of my thigh, a finger occasionally brushing my. We were fine. Of course ... the last stagecoach ran in 1880 ... what’s a hundred years?One thing for sure ... I’m going back for the wheel. It isn’t every day a guy finds an abandoned stagecoach wheel. If I hadn’t been so loaded down with fussy passengers ... it was just a little mud.After the conclusion of the skunk episode and I was allowed in the house ... and car ... and the Avocado ... the Spur, the Two Bit, Main Street. You get the idea ... civilization accepted me again ... not.