He hadn't got the nickname 'stallion' for his abilities with horses.On the way back down they had stopped into Fort Worth, a bustling cattle town on t...e Texas plains where the actual settlement was dwarfed by the vast cattle stockyards surrounding it, and everyone seemed to be either a cowboy or someone trying to fleece the cowboys of their hard earned money. Now John sat in the Longhorn Saloon, one of his habitual haunts, a classic cattle driver's bar where men crowded around the bar to turn. I visualized myself with all kinds of different guys, in quite a few different scenarios. The weeks leading up to our trip pretty much wore out my vibrator.Then the planning of the trip started to hit speed bumps. My sister was going to “baby sit” my son and daughter, but then her mother in law had an accident.Thankfully, after a week of stress, Megan found refuge with one of her friends. But Mark was without a place, or should I say, someone to watch over him. Granted, Mark was just about to. As he struggled to a sitting position, he saw that Hilda and Jolene had already redressed and were trying to make themselves presentable by looking in the mirror behind the small bar.“You two had better get dressed. Our cab will be here in thirty minutes,” Jolene told the other two.Both struggled to their feet and quickly dressed, leaving Will sitting on the floor. He slowly got to his feet and as they made their way to the door, each one kissed him goodbye. Once they were gone, Will quickly. – you know guys, this is what happens when you go out of orders! –Then the man with the pistol came to me, helped me stand and asked,– guess they could not molest you. If this is how they treat their women, what about…wait! Is this…you? –His face changed when he identified who I really was. He said,– Miss Fareeda Athif…w…w…what are you doing here? –I smiled at him and said,– why are you looking at me like you have seen a ghost? –For a while, he looked scared. Then he turned happy.– wow! I.