I hit a rock and broke the wheel on my wagon. I have a spare wheel, but I'm not strong enough to put it on by myself. Can you help me?" I'll be please... to help, and there'll be a few more men along in a few minutes to help, too. Where's the spare wheel?" It's tied to the wagon on the other side. I'll show you."At that moment, the stagecoach guard came trotting up. "What's wrong, Josh? We say your horse and figured that it was a signal for us to stop." You're right, Sam. This lady's wagon wheel. "I can't imagine why." The three ladies chuckled merrily as they made their way to the gangway to explore the vast richness of Nassau.They enjoyed the day together, laughing and chatting about nothing in particular but everything in general. It was fun just to walk around and see new sights, smell new aromas and just be in each other's company. "I have an idea," Janice said looking at her two companions. "What if I told you a story as we make our way back to the ship?"Pam looked over at Sharon. He reached for it, expecting it to vanish before his hand got there, but his fingers closed tight around the metal, solid and real. The weight of it in the center of his palm seemed extraordinary. How could it be? He'd lost it before he even met Kathleen, before he saw the creature, before any of this. But here it was.He crushed the gold band in his hand and marched to the motel room door, prepared to hurl the ring over the stair railing and into the parking lot, to reject the reality of at. I sat in my chair, still stunned by what she had said. Part of me wanted to forget about it and move on as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't been caught peeking. Yet another part of my wanted to go back to the living room and ask her to move the blanket away. The surge of blood in my cock told me that this wasn't probably a good idea. Yet, she did say that... Shit! I laughed alone in my room, torn between two very different responses. A bit later I heard my mother and father coming home.