It’s a beautiful city, isn’t it?”“From a distance.”He looked over at me, trying to read my expression. “You don’t like it?”“It’s j...st boring,” I told him, honestly.Carter paused for a moment, looking back and forth between the skyline and my hourglass figure, covered only by the thin material of my little black dress.“Have you ever heard how the city got its name? The Spanish and the native tribes named it after this one British Captain, who led an expedition into Spanish territory. He crossed. That evening I was bit upsetbut didn’t allow prevail that upsetting in my face. I switched the TV on andwas seeing some program my aunt came there and sat on the sofa next to me. I didn’t even have the power to look at her.She then suddenly said that she was having a mild headache soI asked her if I could help her and she said yes and said to apply balm on herhead and she called me in her room as she would rest there. Suddenly my dirtymind planned a game I said her I know a physique method of. ??No,? she said emphatically. ?Torture has to have a purpose. You have to make me do something. Don’t let me off this thing until I’ve promised to do something that I don’t want to do. You have to make is something that I really don’t want so that I’ll try to hold out for as long as I possibly can before I break down and agree. Go ahead. See if you can make me agree to something that I don’t want to do. Give me an incentive. Tell me that if I can hold out for long enough then maybe you’ll let. "They haven't asked me." Stu, would you like to go to Oregon with us?" Andy asked."I think I'd like that, Andy. What about you, Rawhide? Are you gonna go with 'em?" They haven't asked me," he said."Why you cross eyed old sidewinder, you know we'd want you to go with us, if you're not too tied up with your ranch in Ohio," Sam said."Well, since you asked so nicely, little missy, I just might take a notion to see what Oregon is like."Sam's eyes were shining when she looked at him and said, very.