It’s not too far from here.”“No problemo,” he said. “It’d be my pleasure.” He swallowed some more beer and added, “You want to sit at ... table?”She said she did. They walked to a quiet corner and sat on opposite sides of a small deuce and talked for the next hour, the conversation flowing easily from topic to topic. It was like those few minutes they’d shared on the couch at the house, only much more intimate. By then they were playing footsie under the table.“Where have you been living lately?”. I need somebody to fuck me up” like a heroin addict having withdrawals. I could see it in him actually---it's been building for years. Like a d**g, the rough sex wasn't getting it anymore. He needed unplanned, unprovoked v io l e n c e. Someone to give it the way he wanted, and didn't care. No limits, no safe words, and no way out. It was what we used to call in the trade, “maximus performace” , and as a hustler, usually meant very high dollar, sometimes 4 digits, and very high risks .I looked. Jab us ki choot sari saaf ho gaii to us ne mere munh se choot hataii or mere honto pe kiss karney lagi or mere face ko chatney lagi wo apni hi choot k rass ka swad le rahi thi wo deewani ho kar mujhe chum rahi thi chat rahi thi kuch der isi deewangi mai guzrey phir us ne mere honto ko chora or boli, ab tumhe is ka badla chahiye ho ga hai na? mai ne kaha kyon nahi lakin sath mai tumhe bhi kuch miley ga.Wo sawaliya nazron se dekhney lagi mai ne usey kaha k mere uper yoon hi bethi raho or apna. We stayed with the Salish two weeks. They tried to buy the Cheyenne girl but I told them that she was my wife and that she was pregnant. They seemed to respect that. We traded the antelope skin for a buffalo hide blanket and left the Salish to their war with the Shoshone. We continued west and ran into some really big, rough mountains. ‘We have to get through these before the snow flies,’ I told her. It took us eight days to get through the mountains. We spent most of the time dodging the.