Partly the idea of another romp or two with Miss Melanie. But also tonight’s gala at the Ming Opera House. And tomorrow was Christmas with presents ...nd the tall, fat tree in the hotel lobby.We could have walked, but Autry had arranged for a six-mule carriage to ferry us to the party. He and Cayuse and I sat up front while the Gilmore Girls, the Robinsons, Mrs. Chambers, and Miss Melanie scooted under colorful lap robes. Made, I believe, out of horsehair.A lot of giggling and whispering and. Pamela whispered, "In case you are curious... no one knows that we are here. We want to keep it that way."Wearing a sly grin Pamela pulled back a curtain to reveal several sets of rectangular peepholes, large enough to provide exquisite views, yet small enough to blend in with the décor on the other side.I audibly gasped at the sight through the first rectangle.A stunningly beautiful young woman, totally nude, was giving a much older man a massage. His body glistened with oil. She had. Maybe he’d already left by the time you set off everyone else’s cocks.’ Her eyes glazed a little as she pictured the scene again. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it,’ she said, regarding Emma with awe. ‘And I’ve never had so much cum all over me, either!’ ‘Hey, I don’t make a habit of it.’ ‘Whatever, it’s good to see you come out of your shell at last. Especially given what it turns out you’ve been hiding under that shell all along!’ Emma rolled her eyes. ‘And speaking of your tits,’ continued. Orden, whatever you do, do NOT piss this woman off. I do run a caravan, but we know things about people, because we’re the ones who get to talk to everyone, spread the news. In all the years of the Railroad, ain’t no one every killed a Behemoth. She’s killed one, and a shit pot full of super mutants, with one shot each.”“Two, actually. Or is it three? Either way, they die, just like everything else I shoot does. And you’re exaggerating a little, Dan. If I don’t hit them in the eye, it takes me.