We were able to rent separate rooms at night, and our relationship was pleasant and business-like.But then we reached Pouce Coupe in British Columbia....We probably could (should) have gone on to Dawson Creek where the Alcan Highway really begins (Mile 0), but it gets dark early in the fall that far north, and I was dead tired. You must remember that in the fall of 1949, the road ended for all practical purposes at Edmonton. The little towns west of Edmonton were isolated prairie communities. Not bad, she said. Not bad at all, barman. Got any other surprises for me? Sure do. Just come round back and step into my office for a minute or so. Ignoring the looks of his staff as he abandoned them to the crush of too many customers, he lifted the counter for her to follow him behind the bar. His hand low on her back, he guided her into the back of the building, to the room that housed his office. There was a solid wooden desk with a chair on each side and a computer stand on the other. ‘Shall we dance my dear?’ he asked with a smile, his hand held out in invitation. Eleanor wanted to speak, but her lips stubbornly refused to obey her. She moved her mouth, but nothing came out. Instead she stared up into the dark eyes and handsome face of her companion. He waited patiently for her response, his mouth curled in amusement. Helplessly Eleanor took his proffered hand and stood shakily. Glancing down at herself she realised in wonderment she was wearing the elegant crimson silk. And no chick ever got knocked up by taking itin the ass. Only I go first." Betty had a wild look inher eyes, and she had stopped fingering herself andtried, instead, to cover her breasts and vulva."Betty, stand at the end of that bale. Bend over andput your chin on the hay, and keep your legs apart." Richard, your are sick! No way I'm going to letyou fuck my ass. I've heard Bettie-Lou Robertstakes it in the poop chute, but I'm not that kind ofgirl." Wanna bet?" The nettle flicked against.