. The thrill is long gone. I am left to my loneliness and the good old typing machine as a good excuse... "Come to my room after dinner, we can talk m...re over a drink." She said suddenly, picked her odd-fashioned skirts and floated away into the saloon, her figure moving with the natural grace of a nymph. A nymph... I shut the door and threw myself upon the bed with one last great strain. I closed my eyes and my brain whirled with exhaustion. There were two options for me: I could sleep through. Unfortunately for the Russian he didnt see this coming so my attack landed him strait it the face with him not having enough time to block. His body flew through the walls the bedroom the hall way even through the neighbors apartment. We bolted out the room only to hear from behind. DONT YOU TWO DARE TOUCH EITHER OF THEM THEYRE MY HUNT! his voice bellowed through the walls his message obviously sent to his two companions. We ran past the front door where the two were standing they didnt even. To say I am worth as much or more than a man.”She ran her fingers through her hair. The movement seemed flirtatious and so incongruous with her passionate speech. “Sure we are pretty girls, but are you saying that only the ugly girls can demand those things? Give some of them some rights but keep the pretty ones tied to the bed? Is that what we should be singing about? Fuck that shit.”I blushed under her gaze as she finished the speech with her face inches from mine. Her almond-shaped eyes were. I decided I had to go for it and get it done before things got out of control.As if they could get much worse.The next day, Thursday, mom took me down to Smitty's for my haircut. I liked Smitty, whose real name was Gordon Smith. He must have been in his early 60's and he was completely bald, which I kind of chuckled at every time I walked into his place. Still, I liked talking to him and he had a dry sense of humor that reminded me of the Monty Python group from England. He even talked with.