Mel was dressing to be unobtrusive but elegant. She had to fit in at Le Bristol. But she did not want to draw attention to herself. She was in a class...c little black dress tailored to her extreme figure and with a long rope of pearls that I had given her to celebrate the successful conclusion of our last venture.It is impossible for men to NOT notice a beauty like Mel. But she had her lustrous black hair in a French twist, not down, and she was only minimally made up without much jewelry. So,. .. -Amarillo by Morning (Fraser and Stafford)Life does not end at forty.Gabe steered the big Peterbilt off the county road, and slowing down he carefully guided it through the old concrete arch ‘FRISCO LINES’ it read. It was close, but he had been driving tractors, over the road trucks, for twenty years. More than that long if he thought about it.But he had other, randier thoughts to think. Really what he needed to do was to concentrate on the road, it was ancient macadam with enormous ruts,. Clean that mess of your face...' After I wiped my face of most of the slime, Charlie jerked the cloth from me and directed me to '...get on you stomach bitch, I ain't fucked you yet...' I looked up at him and started to say '...please, can't you see you've made me sick, let me go, I won't tell no body...' Daniel growled '...the man said to get on your stomach, bitch, do it or get a beat down and then get fucked...' Slowly I laid to the ground weeping more openly now than before. Charlie moved. “You’ve lost tons of weight Fin old boy,” said a shirted and trousered Cyril, returning, getting his drink and sitting opposite. He got a nod of approval, Cyril couldn’t have cared less.“Well you know. Since that business with the police. Worry, shame and Moni fucking off ... you know.”“Yes awful business that, you poor thing. It shows ... but you’ll bounce back old chap. Monica ... have you heard?”Fins shook his head, downed his scotch and took advantage of Cyril’s magnanimous gesture and.