Sure, there were your bandits and your renegade Indians, but they were relatively tame in comparison to the back-stabbing lobbyists and politicians gr...edy for easy money to be made in constructing a transcontinental railroad line across the entire country.The inner circle of the Central Pacific hierarchy was a transplanted New York City crowd of high-powered money makers that generally put all other people in the west as tools to be used for their capitalistic concepts of generating bigger and. ..it’s not what i expected yet it’s all i want at this moment.I feel your hands on my curves and I realize my bag is gone and my hands are against that chest, stroking, touching, memorizing.You take me by the hand and lead me in to your room and my body aches, missing your heat."Welcome to my home"Haven’t I been here before? I feel at peace, how is it possible?Your hands touch my shoulders and squeeze to release the last of my tension...I groan as I feel your hands slip under my shirt to touch. "I think I'm going out for a walk or something," he told his mother. " I need a little time to be alone." I understand," she answered, smiling as she watched him pull up his pants. He was every inch a man, and she was glad that she had raised him properly, to respect his elders. He could tell that she wanted to be alone as well. They both had quite a bit to think about.Buttoning his shirt, he turned to his mother, gave her a quick wink and opened the door, leaving the room as silently as he. But he loved it. It really thrilled him to see a woman so turned on by him.Esther was out visiting one of her girlfriends this day when George was sitting in the den working on one of his used vacuum cleaners. Every since he had started selling the things they had become something of a hobby for him, something he could do to unwind when there was nothing else for him to do. Esther had quietly insisted that he keep the little shop he had been running when they met. He didn't see the need for it.