.." And she was open with you, telling you all about the men in her life." Gwen said righteously."My God," I roared at them, "I didn't expect a body c...unt. And, and, and when I got one, Jesus, what was I supposed to think? That her legs weren't open for business just then?"Gwen shot me a look of pure disdain. Silence reigned.Bernie cut through the icy air, "So where did you guys leave off?" I called her this morning and groveled appropriately."Gwen asked, "Did she hang up on you?" No."Both Gwen. My name is Nick. Most everyone I know calls me St. Nick as I devote a LOT of time to the community and help out with many local charities. I tried to never step out of line. That is until my whole world crumbled in a matter of months. My wife Grace and I had been trying to conceive to no avail. We were having sex like we had back in high school. I used to love waiting for her outside of her private school. The gorgeous teenage girls frolicking by as I wait. Some days it was so much that before. The kid was wearing camouflage pants and no shirt, while lifting heavy bags and boxes into his car. His young, muscular physique really turned me on. I could clearly see his oblique muscles, which drew my eyes down to where his pants met his hips. He must have seen me staring his way, and sent me a smile. The only thing I could think about for the rest of the jog was the kids chiseled physique, hoping hed still be outside when I jogged back later. As I jogged back his way, I was disappointed. The merchant and I happened to be in the nearest saloon, his favorite, eating lunch and having a beer.The cowboys tied up out front and came storming into the saloon laughing and shouting about how they were in town to clean out the troublemakers. They rushed up to the bar and all ordered beer. One of them happened to look in the mirror and saw us sitting at a table. He cursed, shouted to his friends, and turned to pull his gun.I saw this and pushed our table over to act as a shield. I quickly.