She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, like she’d been waiting all day to be touched ‘there’. ‘I’ll have a Heinken.’ I said, ordering as ...asually as I could. Something about hearing my voice turned her on, and she pushed my finger into her as far as her panties would stretch. I made no effort to press or maneuver, she was doing all the work, masturbating herself, but with my finger. I looked over at Tyler sitting next to Bonnie, and so far he had no idea what was going on. Across from me was. As it turned out, I was no judge of women’s ages. I had thought Bex was close to my age. Nope. I was off by ten years. Becky had been married to another nurse at this hospital, one that was about ten years older than Bex. Adriana was of Greek heritage and had two daughters my age. Becky wanted to show off her family photos to me. Since retrieving her phone meant her leaving my bed, I merely checked them out in her mind’s eye.Not wanting to hurry the examination, I urged Faye, despite my earlier. I immediately called a taxi and then stood on the corner in the rain getting absolutely drenched. You can imagine what the rain did to my dress. It was totally transparent - as though I wasn't wearing anything. Literally everything was visible.The taxi pulled up and I jumped in the back seat. The driver was an older man (about 50 I guess). His eyes were bugging out as he turned to look at me and ask me where I was going. I could feel the wet dress sticking to my skin as he stared for a few. He also gave me directions to Widow Anson's boarding house. I went to take a look at the jail and the attached "apartment." It looked adequate for my needs, and it had its own privy and well. The boarding house was only a short walk away, so I went over to find out about eating there.I knocked on the door and an elderly woman answered the door. "Yes, Sir, what kin I do fer ya?" Mrs. Anson, I presume?" She nodded, so I said, "My name is Jeremiah Bartholomew. I have just taken the job of marshal.