See you soon. XL.’Leonardo! That is his name. She remembered now. So tonight will be a good night like he said in his first text, ‘To unlock flood...ates of desire.’ Boy she couldn’t wait.After taking good care of her make-up and hair she put on the lovely sexy dress. It fit like a glove and to end off the picture she put on her red heels. Picture perfect as she looked in the mirror for the last time before closing her door to meet her valentine in the lobby.In the lobby she waited for him to. I wouldn't want to dignify the place with the word "cabin," or even the word "shack." The structure had only 3 walls, and I would not have wanted to leave a horse in it in bad weather. About all you could say for its roof was that it had one; I suppose that it would keep out the rain if the wind was blowing in the right direction. The horses were hitched to a convenient tree limb, and the men were sitting on the ground in the shed on a tarp, dividing up the loot from the bank.The men were so. Tom was there to fill in any blanks and also because he thought it might be time for him to have someone as well. He had a "part time" accountant, but all the other paperwork was being handled by him after Dad had his stroke. With all the new business and the regulations and bylaws that Tom had to deal with, it was getting to be too much. This way we would probably kill two birds with one stone.It sort of worked out the way we planned. I say "sort of" because Tom and I got into an argument. She cursed. I kept going. The lamp had vanished over the top of the dune. I was almost there. My thigh muscles burned, but I pushed through it. I reached the top of the dune, panting.Footprints lead down the gentler slope on this side. The lamp bobbed, nearing the bottom of the dune. I studied the dainty footsteps. The lampad out there was a cousin of ours. Or a niece. A great-great-great niece. She was still one of our blood, descended of Las.I charged down the dune after her.Pyrriah whooped.