So, it is fortunate that he does not live in our society. Rather, Adam hails from a parallel universe with a far more open attitude towards sex.Adam (...ge: mid-thirties) has three wives, named Beth (age: early fifties), Charlotte (age: mid-thirties), and Donna (age: mid-twenties). All three are gorgeous, and he has sex with all of them on a daily basis. He has a teenaged daughter named Erin (age: late teens), who has a particularly nubile best friend named Flora (age: late teens). Adam is dating. Humph! New Mexico Territory looked enough like Texas along here that it could have fooled me. Oh, well, at least I was going somewhere with a purpose.I was still traveling with my customary three horses, one to ride, a spare, and a pack horse, so I guess I looked fat, dumb, and rich. Whatever it was, I seemed to draw people who wanted to take a shot at me. I was riding along, not paying much attention to my surroundings (even Indian warriors did that on occasion) when I heard a shot and saw my. Any more, and it would indeed become a production line. The passageway floor is bare concrete. My boots are heavy leather. The sound of my purposeful strides ricochets off the bare walls. The occupant of cell number one will have heard my approach well before I arrive at the door of his place of captivity, and fiddle for the key. All quite deliberate. It really is about the suspense, here. I check the spy hole before opening the metal door. The boy is looking out of the cell window. I say. ‘Well, I think you did understand, at least partially. Do you read much?’ Perhaps the wine and brandy were conspiring to fuddle my brain. I was finding hard to keep up with the turns of her conversation. ‘I do, yes.’ ‘Come with me.’ I followed her, watching her arse move so deliciously under that diaphanous dress. She led me into a room I had not been in before. Her study, I thought. It was like a clubroom, with a partner desk and a couple of deep leather chairs as well as a desk chair. All the.