I'm really sorry, going to be at least a few minutes late."Before I could say, "Don't worry about it," there was a knock at my door."Who is it?"There ...as no answer, just another knock."Is someone at your door?" Yeah, just give me a second here." I hope it's not the police or something. You know they may not like what you're doing on the Internet." It's perfectly legal, I checked."I turned around to make sure everything in the room was in order and that my computer was turned off. I had, of. "It sure seems like it," I admitted."So is your heart beating a little faster than normal," Simon asked."If you two are gaming me, you are damn good at it," I observed. I saw them look at each other trying to decide whether I had indeed busted them. "Does this usually work?" I asked."Something usually works," James said. "Since you are here, I will have to suggest that something did work." I will admit that something did work. I find you both quite charming in a gritty kind of way. I'm not. Stage driver brung it in yesterday on his way north." From under a bottle Stud produced a folded piece of brown paper with "C. Bell" scribbled on the outside.The message inside was just two crudely printed words: GIL DED."Damn," said Alexander Beall loudly, crumpling the paper. He stalked out of tavern, pushed open Annie's door and said, "See you soon," untied his horse and galloped off toward home with the taste of bile in his mouth.An hour and a half later he was in Georgetown and saddle. Im not sure how long Mr. Miller left me alone in that room. It was afternoon when he had finished fucking me, and I could see the sun starting to go down. In the time Id been alone Id gone from panting at the door wanting him to come back to crying on the bed ashamed of being used like I had been. I was so confused. Could Mr. Miller be right? Was I really just a nasty little slut who liked being raped? Was it even rape anymore? Id sucked his cock willingly and played with myself for him. I lay.