Oh, they were never cruel enough to say itthat way, and they kept me clothed and well fed, but they made it obviousthey just tolerated me because they...were supposed to. So by the time wemoved next door to you, I was a wreck.You weren't so much yourself, pal. I remember the very first time I saw you.You were tall and skinny and looked pretty nerdy. I was the cool one. But Ienvied you. God, how I envied you! I might have been a better looking andmore athletic guy, but you had parents who loved. "And I'm Susie," added my wife.Martha moved amongst us dispensing refreshments, which rather gave thelie to my attempts to make out I was still one of the common people."Thank you, My Lord; er, I mean, Rob," Charlie continued. "Will yoube trying out for another show? Personally, I concentrate on lightentertainment: Ayckbourn, musicals, and the annual Christmas Panto." I'm sure they're more popular," said Susie, with a grin. "Your showsprobably recover the losses the others make on the. His rough hand glides up her thigh, opening her legs a little.“Are you sure?” he asks, and she nods, chest rising and falling. Mat brings his hand up to his mouth, sucks two of his fingers, and puts them back between her legs. Holy fuck, she thinks, why did he do that?Mat touches her for the first time, and both of them sigh in response. He starts rubbing around his daughter’s clit, and her back arches a little, mouth hanging open. She loves it, legs opening more. His warm hand against her is. From there, we waltzed into the next saloon in line and were met with a big surprise. Pinky Jones was there with three friends. He and I saw each other at the same time, and we both went for our guns. I was a little slow getting mine out because I took the time to yell and push Joe to safety.Pinky was a better shot than I had expected—his bullet would have drilled me in the breast bone if I hadn't seen him as soon as I did and hadn't jumped out of the way. It must have been a matter of habit,.