I was forever sending her over to her Aunt Joyce's house when she was little. I guess I did not realize how much an impressionable young girl can be i...fluenced by another adult. My little sister does not approve of my lifestyle and passed this distaste on to my Sherry. By the time she was a teenager and I was ready to bring her in on the fun, Sherry was totally in Joyce's orbit and refused even to help me do threesomes, much less pull trains for my friends.Hell, the silly girl wouldn't even. It showed a little cleavage but in a classy way. We drove to the hotel and I explained how the deal was going south. She frowned but didn't say anything.When we arrived at the hotel, Mr Hon and his associates were waiting at the table already. "Jesus, I can't catch a break. I wonder how long they've been waiting for us," I whispered into my wife's ear."Just relax. Freaking out isn't going to help."I introduced everyone to her and we sat and ate. The conversation stayed off of work topics. All four of them wuz carrin' one of them Starr DA pistols. Later, when I looked in their saddle bags, I found four more of 'em. They must of robbed a supply depot or some such ta have that many of them valuable pistols. Ta my calculatin', that's $336 worth of guns, far an' away more than what a man, or even four men, could normally afford. I hated ta give up the nine shots an' the shotgun, but, right then, I decided ta swap my LeMats fer them Starr DA pistols an' their fast shootin.We found. I’m sure I would have had a much better view if I were sitting up. But I didn’t want to suddenly ‘wake up’ and stop what was happening next to me. So I just sat back and watched what little movement I could see as I strained to hear what was happening.It must have been about ten minutes that they sat there with very little apparent movement. I was starting to think that I must have been dreaming when I heard that zipper sound. Then as I watched, my wife was slowly lowering her head down into.