The journey into town was for the purpose of paying the telegraph office for the communication back east and to turn over the poke of gold dust to the...clerk for the payment for transportation. It had been successful in previous transactions and she was certain it would be just as successful in this arrangement. The cost of the mail-order brides had risen to almost double what they were when she had been contracted but that was symbolic of the flourishing economic times the entire country was. " You curl every night?" as she spoke she opened a flap in her caserummaged around and put three hairnets on the dressing table."I only put one or two in at night, just where it seems to need it." Just one or two? And your hair has kept the curl all this time!" No, I washed it again on Thursday and repeated the process." Jesus, I wish I had your hair. I have to do mine every night just tokeep a soft wave in it, when I get out of here, my first job is a perm." Is it a good style for my face?". She hastened to her desk, turned her computer on, and began doing the research for a paper that wouldn't be due for another couple of weeks.As the dream continued, still real, Charlene’s mother stuck her head in the door of Charlene's bedroom, "You've got school tomorrow, so you need to be getting to bed." Yes, mother, just need to finish up what I'm doing." I understand. Just not too late," her mother admonished as she closed the door.In the dream, Charlene mumbled, "Right," as the door. It was big but knowing it was Randy's cock I tried to smile. I watched us in the mirror. I could see his desire building. He was sighing each time the head sunk in, “Yeah. That feels good. Don't you think so?” I could feel myself relaxing with each pop. The pain was easing and I felt proud to take his cock. I nodded, “Yeah.”The size was a big challenge. I was still fearful of the pain it was causing. But I knew what I had to do to make him happy. So I thought about how it really felt. It felt.