He wrapped himself loosely with his towel and headed towards his room. I followed, admiring his broad shoulders and the V-shape of his back as I walk...d behind him down the hall. A random guy I'd only seen in passing glanced at us as we walked by. We stepped inside Shane's room and he closed the door. And then he locked it. He walked over and sprawled on his bed, still just in his towel. He was as close to an Adonis lying there as I'd ever seen. His towel had opened a bit and I could see. The bully had taken the dead man’s weapons, horse and money. The dirk, which had been in his room, was overlooked.“How much would the Widow Belle pay for the young man’s possessions?” asked Monica.“She can’t afford much,” Autumn told her. “Most of the time it is a pittance, and then she cleans and mends. When she is able to sell the clothes, she gives Master Jesse half. If you offer Master Jesse a pinch for each item, he would likely take it for the instant cash. For the dirk – I just don’t. I could feel her insides move to her breath, that’s how tight I had kept my hand on her abdomen. I asked her how she was feeling now. I obviously meant to ask her how she felt about my hand being in her blouse, but left it an open ended question. She replied good. I took it that she replied to my unasked question. I was going to try and test whether she really did feel good about that by squeezing her right boob but that’s when I heard the door knob turn. One of my roomies had arrived. So I. The ringleader was surrounded by his adoring minions, a pack of young men, likely on break from school, stood a few parking spots away, dr****g themselves over what I presumed was their car. He gestured like Superman revealing his emblazoned S, silently instructing me to do the same. I debated with myself for a moment, being that I was in the middle of a very public and well-trafficked place. The group stared intently at me, wagering in their minds, about the odds of my compliance. Game on.I.