If she texted him, he better text herback and if she called, he better answer right away.After Dean got done with his chore he checked his phone befor... hoppingin the shower.Seeing the two texts and the message from Heather made him smile. Itreaffirmed to him that his doubt in her was wrong. He called her back."Hey there Cupcake, sorry I did not call you back earlier." Why didn't you." Nice greeting. I did not for my phone was not on me. I was on aladder." So, you should have had the phone on. So what is a married boy like you doing? You trying to suck dick for the first time?" No, I just," No, you just what?" I - I wanted to see it. Just to see it." You can see it," He said smoothly. "Just ask Daddy..." What? I'm not going to..."He shushed me, his hand reached out to touch my lips. It was weird, made more so because I docilely obeyed."You don't have to say anything," He said. "We can do whatever you wanted. Just go get us some tokens from the clerk."I glanced at the older man, still. He had a monumental task in front of him to make the place livable again. But Allen never shied away from hard work; he got that from his dad.There was a majestic staircase that didn’t look safe and that worried Allen. He pushed his fears back and ascended the stairs to the bedrooms above. There were four to choose from: a large master with a sitting area and three almost identical smaller ones. He picked the one next to the bathroom; it was in the best shape. The room was the only one where. I didn’t really have a clue as to what kind of crowd we’d have, but I was counting on some of the dancers and bar girls dressing up and dropping by. Hell, if that’s the only audience we had, it would still be a pleasure to play for them. I guess I was some sort of reverse snob or something, because to me, the saloon women of El Paso were much better company than the regular citizens anyway.While I was standing in the lobby chatting with, and introducing myself to people coming in the door, it.