" It's Stacie," came the reply."Come in," I said, while hitting the button that unlocked the door.I heard the door open. I wiped off my hands and walk...d through the dining room into the hall. There was Stacie."I'm so sorry to bother you," she said."No problem," I said. "Come into the kitchen. I'm just getting things ready."She followed me into the kitchen. I turned to greet her and froze. There was more light in the kitchen, and I got my first good look at her. The left side of her face was. Elizabeth turned to see the puzzled stare of her friend. She quickly explained, "That's Laura Williams. Her husband George and baby Little George were killed by a band of Indians about six years ago. Since then, she took over her husband's ranch and raises cattle and horses most of the year. Most people think she is simply awful, since she wears her husband's clothes, drinks, swears and never darkens the door of any church any more. You might do well to stay far away from her."John protested. This skin had never been shaved, so now it was sensitive and almost raw.He flinched a little when she touched him, so she opened one of themirrored cupboards where she kept a wide variety of mysterious feminineproducts and retrieved a bottle of pink lotion. She carefully andsomewhat sensually smoothed the floral scented substance over his torsoand down his arms. This quickly soothed his abused flesh, and rapidlybegan to arouse him.She patted his obviously excited crotch and kissed hi briefly on. Over breakfast, I sat there wondering about the sounds from the shower, so I screwed up my courage and asked him if he was all right."What do you mean, princess?" I ... um, I heard some sounds from the bathroom a while ago and was hoping that you're all right." Oh, that. Don't you know what I was doing, Susan?" No." Well, um, maybe I'll show you in the morning. Now, though, we need to get ready to do the weekly shopping, I've got some menus planned out and you and I can do some cooking.