Kitty snickered .Matt kind of smirked.The young lady?s eyes got as big as saucers.Matt gazed at Miss Kitty. ?If I spank this little thief, will you dr...p thecharges???Yes Matt.??Very well then. It?s either that or jail,? Mattdeclared authoritatively ashe returned his gaze toward the nervous young lady.?You can't spank me!? She protested as she protectively placed both hands onher bottom cheeks through her dancehall dress.?It's your choice young lady,? Marshall Dillon offered evenly.She looked. She was from Osaka, Japan. She was in the US for work and was staying at a hotel that was in walking distance of the hotel she was staying at. Masami was in her 40s and had huge breasts. She was at the bar alone watching a soccer game, that was on at the bar. We began to talk and she had been in the US for three weeks. She was excited to be going home to Japan next week. We drank a few drinks as we watched the game and then did a few shots when the her team scored a goal. By the end of the. Melissa’s bathroom was still being refurbished, so to speak, and she was still staying with us off and on, but mainly at weekends. She would come over on Friday after work and stay until the Sunday.Our working relationship changed a lot, I would say for the better. I now looked on her as a partner in sex rather than a naughty, sexual woman, who teased me. Our conversations, believe it or not, became more normal. Talking more of what we did together rather than what she did with others.I guess. We went to a lot of casinos, played a lot of games, won a lot of money. But well, you know King, a big asshole. And then after a while he couldn’t get it up at all. Hasn’t been able to at all for the last year, doctors can’t do anything for him.” “No shit?!” I said, slightly more eloquent now. “Really,” she said, turning off the shower. I handed her a thick cotton towel. “Thanks,” she said, drying off and then wrapping the towel around her hair. “Yeah,” she said. “He tried hours a night.