Sure, I could get shot at now, but it did not seem the same.I spent my first day in Denver just looking around, mostly in the saloons, and there were ...lenty of those to keep me occupied. I noticed right away that the bartenders were not as glib with local gossip as I was used to encountering, and I finally worked out that it was because they were afraid of spies from the local crime bosses. At the very minimum, a bartender who talked too much could find himself with a broken mirror the next. She has been my best, my sharpest investigator and trouble shooter for the last five years. She sees connections that others miss, find solutions to problems others think are insoluble. I should have guessed that she was just a little too interested in the baby issue." I tried to ask her to marry me." Doug said into the silence.Christine just looked at him, one eyebrow raised.Doug shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "She wouldn't let me ask, said that too many things were unsettled, but that she. She was even more beautiful than I remembered from nearly a year earlier. The last time I’d seen her, we’d spent the night together making love, then in the morning, I watched her drive away toward her future in her little Toyota Celica.I felt tears dripping down my cheeks watching her walk down the aisle. When she was near me, she was on the opposite side of her dad and I don’t know if she saw me or not. I kind of hoped not. This was her night and I wanted her to be thinking about her present. With much relief I peeled down my panties and pantyhose and used the toilet. The I undressed and showered, taking care to shave any stubble. The water felt wonderful on my sore muscles. After showering I dressed in a fresh outfit from my suitcase. I put on black pantyhose and a red panties and bra set and a black waist-cincher to give me a little shape. Over my underwear I pulled on a short, tight red knit dress. I styled my hair and put on my makeup and then put on a pair of red pumps with a.