”From the living room, where they were working on homework, Beth asked, “Anyone we would know?”Marcia said, “I’m going to say three names. T...ll me who’s the leader. Lee Marvin, John Wayne, Jimmy Stewart.”Four voices simultaneously said, “John Wayne.”Marcia smiled. “Wrong. John Wayne was a nice guy, an ultra-patriotic man that can play a general in the movies. He’s good at business, too. Lee Marvin actually was in the Marines in World War Two, but his highest rank was what SJ has, Corporal. He. !Excitedly, he fumbled beneath her, pulling at the buttons of her blouse, then groping with his rough hands to free her breasts from the sheer material of her bra... ! Oh fuck! They felt like buoyant globes of warm and smooth putty, so firm and resilient, yet overflowing his calloused hands as he lifted them, then kneaded and squeezed until she whimpered around his cock in her mouth and he tweaked and rolled their elongated little nipples, making them as hard as polished stones! Lecherously, he. No more than five miles out of town, they came to the southernmost area of Washoe Lake. Here, he picked a place with a dense growth of pine, for her to change clothes. While sitting on his horse, waiting for her to change, he pulled the cardboard cylinder out of the center of his bedroll and looked the map over. He saw the large lake and then the letters WC at the northern tip of the lake. He looked at his map and saw Washoe City at the very same spot on the northern end of the lake. Folding. The door opens and into the lounge walks Heather. She sees me and stops in her tracks. “ I...I couldn't sleep. Sorry, I didn't realize you were down here.” she says softly. “Don't worry, you weren't disturbing anything” Heather glances at my groin. She can see that despite my protestations there is evidence that something has been disturbed. I feel myself blush. I hope against hope that the gloomy half-light in the room hides that rose tinted giveaway sign. I look at the empty space on the sofa.