And, that was how I met Giselle." I really only wanted to try it out," Giselle said. "One afternoon, perhaps. I had come down from Montreal for a week...because I was sick of winter up there. It was very difficult, not knowing any English, so it was nice to meet a man who spoke good French. European French, not Canadien, but it was close enough." I have to say I was pretty impressed," Buddha grinned. "Not only was Giselle about the best thing I'd ever seen in what passed for a bikini back then,. ---Dad came to my bed again the next night. As before, I didn't give him what he wanted, and told him to go back to bed. He did so.---Next morning, Dad looked terrible, like he hadn't slept. We were worried. When he got home he said he had been reprimanded for not paying attention, and for his poor attitude. Those dicks! The man had just lost his wife!---For the third night in a row I turned Dad away from my bed. I almost felt sorry for him, but what we had done could never happen again!A few. "I'm gonna take those panties out of your mouth now, and you're gonna be a good little slut and suck my cock like the fucking slut we both know you are. If you try to scream, I'll stuff them in you and leave you here all night!" he said.He removed her panties from her mouth as she gasped for air."Good little slut. Now then, suck my cock bitch!" he told her as he leaned over her.He positioned his thick, swollen cock near her face. At first she appeared to turn her head away, refusing to take. That made the body count complete."We've got a captive, Captain," I said. "A squaw."The Captain was a preacher man who knew his Bible and said his prayers every day. When he wasn't riding for the State of Texas, he rode a circuit for God and John Wesley. He looked at the squaw and at me, studying us before he spoke."What do you want to do with her, Tully?" he asked.The Squaw's eyes bore into me like arrows and the Widow got up, setting the girl in her lap by another of the woman. Hell, I didn't.