. and each other's company.On the plains, they called it "big sky." Unlike the city to the west that was penned in by snow-capped mountains, here one ...ould see blue in every direction to the horizon; where it met with the golden colour of the wheat. All that punctuated the dichromatic scheme was the odd lonely tree situated just beside the oasis. This lonely tree never possessed any green leaves, it remained bald.As they entered the western desert, they spotted the goons right in their. She knew she had value now and she also knew she made more money in one night than most of those men and women laughing at her.These days the men came up to her. Instead of trying to find a date to take her out like she did back in Jasper, she need only show up on her corner and make herself available and let them come to her. She found that when she dressed like she did for work, she wasn't invisible anymore–in fact, she was very much visible and even in demand. So while she may be a whore,. Maybe some kind of appeal it wouldn't be normal, but it isn't unheard of. It could also have been to testify in a local case as a jail house snitch. That again is unlikely, but possible," she said."I'll see what I can do with that. Just another thread to weave into the story line. So who is the other guy sharing your bed these days?" I asked."Oh just the usual suspects. Girl you need a new lover, so I can add more variety to my love life," she said with a laugh."Jen, don't you feel any guilt at. She hesitated so I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She began to walk out of the lounge and kept talking to her. “Don’t worry” I said “if you say stop I will stop”. We got to the bedroom and stood by the bed. Her husband had followed and stood in the doorway. I began to unbutton her dress and she stared at me. A mixture for shock and desire. Her dress fell on the floor. Under that rather boring dress I was surprised to see she was shapely. I reached around and unclipped her bra. Not.