"Anything," she replied."You appreciate that anything covers a lot of possibilities, don't you." W...what do you mean?" Claire asked tremulously."You'...l find out," I laughed, "But you did say 'anything' I believe. Or did I not hear you right? I have a cellphone here we can use to call the cops, if you like." No," she replied, "I'll do anything. Just don't call the cops." I'm glad we understand each other, Claire," I said, patting her gently on her silken thigh, "Ah we're here." Saying that, I. Simply because I could shoe horses and Indira could make the best biscuits ever.Here we are, riding The Goodnight-Loving Trail, alongside Mr. John Chisum, another good friend of Mr. Charlie’s, listening to a story that ought to be told in a book, so others could read about a special friendship between two men who drove cattle to places no one had ever driven them before – across trails they, themselves had blazed.I knew that I’d never live long enough to be half the man Mr. Charlie Goodnight. I got off work early that day as there was not much work to do as i was coming home and i reached my final stop i got off the train and headed for the ticket barrier when something or rather someone caught my eye.. it was her she was coming back from work it was a sunny day she was wearing sandals which complimented her pretty feet and her red painted toe nails she had a gold anklet on a skirt which was knee high and a red blouse shirt which looked really tight around her big tits. when i saw. "Where have you been, darling? Not trying to have your wicked way with the poor innocent girl, I hope?" Betty asked her husband as he led Alice into the lounge room, also holding her hand.I could tell my wife was just a little mystified as to what was happening. I'm certain that she hadn't twigged that Dan and Betty like to engage in wife swapping. I realised that I didn't know for sure, but judging by the way Betty had come onto me, I figured that my guess was a safe bet.That thought made me.