”“That’s quite alright madam, you’re certainly not the first gorgeous, naked young lady that’s opened a door for me. I need you to sign for ...his package.”I stared for a couple of seconds then took his little clipboard and signed where he indicated. After I’d signed he took the clipboard back, gave me the package then turned and said, “Enjoy the rest of your day.”“I will, you too.”“You’ve just made my day.” I heard him say just before he turned the corner.I smiled and looked at the package. It. Once I got him to let me go, I whispered in his ear. ‘Meet me at my parents truck.’ I went first, waiting for my Dad to bowl, and my Mom to start her usual gossiping. It didn’t take long though, and I snuck out the front door without being spotted. Tony followed a few minutes later, and we met up in the truck. I was wearing a denim skirt, which I easily shimmied out of, and my thong, the black pair with the bow Tony loved to caress. I left my top on, in case I might have to make a quick exit.. Faleena fell to her knees, throwing herself across her dying love to protect him as best she could.When she felt the warm blood that flowed from the wounds in his side and his chest, he raised his head to kiss her and she heard him whisper, "Never forget me, Faleena. It's over. Goodbye."The guilt crushed her — she knew her flirting had killed the one man she really cared for. In anger at herself and at the marshal standing close and staring down at her, she grabbed the pistol from the holster. I was half amused and half irritated, thinking I'd disturb her when I got up to check everything was okay. Then, against my inclination and intention, I dropped off too.I woke, briefly, an hour or so later. Serendipity was still pitching and I could hear rain beating on the coach-roof, but everything felt alright ... especially the young woman leaning against me, snoring slightly. I drifted off again.The next time I woke was after one in the morning. There was no sound of rain, though the wind.