I seen guys look at me like that for the last ten of my twenty-six years in total. But I'm just a secretary in a boring job so why would some one want...to talk to me. Guy number two on my right was taking his 'hold her secure' a bit too far for I don't think my right breast was going anywhere without me."Get your hands off her," said guy number three who turned around from the passenger seat to speak.That just left guy number four who was driving, now you would think I was some desperado. You drop the helmet and feeling your knees go weak melt into my arms, pressing your body against me hard.I kiss you harder, my hands on your back, feeling your shoulders and down to the small of your back. 'You are so beautiful, I am almost sorry about what I did to you'. 'If I had not, you would not be here, so I am glad', I say.I kiss you again. Holding you so close I can feel your heart pounding against my chest.I scoop you up and carry you toward the door of the motor home.You hear the soft. You're too well known in Phoenix. Why don't you take that Appaloosa you're so fond of, and go for a ride? Take a pack horse, or, if that's too much trouble, just take one of the Hummers."Actually, I had a couple of vehicles to choose from, and a number of horses. One of the first things that was done after the constitution was ratified and they began setting up the new government, was to allocate the stuff that had been owned by my government to the citizenry. In practice, there was not that. What did she ever do to them besides exist? She knew they weren’t all that way. Look at James and what he had done for her. There were good people everywhere. It was her frustration speaking out to the walls of her mind. Whether he would accept what little she had to offer was another question entirely. She knew he liked her. She knew he cared for her. But, she wondered, did he care for her that way? Did he care for her enough, that way? Would he ever care for her that way? Every time she.