Anything of value in my shack, give to Pastor Fuller. He'll make the best use of it. There's a Greener 12 gauge coach gun under my bed that might help...you with your marshaling. I wished you'd take care of it for me until we meet again.If the Pastor is right, we'll get together again one of these days. In the meantime thanks for being my friend.Elwood Sloan.Luke took the gun belt and strapped it on. He used the oilskin ground cloth from his bedroll to wrap around Elwood to protect his body from. Us white males. Root of all evil and all that.”Giggle. “I can totally understand the ‘root’ part. Evil?” she kissed me. “No, definitely NOT evil.”Okay, one more time in this hotel room. Afterward, we got dressed. I remarked about the way that jeans framed her butt in such a delectable manner.“You’re just crazy, Carl.”“I am. Lots of crazy people around. At least I got to act on mine.”Her phone again. “Hi, Chuck.” Pause. “Great! We’ll be waiting in the lobby. We’ll watch for you.” She turned to. Without the sheet, loose shorts or nothing. Well since we already have seen what there is to see. Let’s go nude and no sheet. and since I most likely won’t be back, I’ve always wanted the masseuse to be topless, just a fantasy whim, but if you’d be uncomfortable, stay clothed. She placed a sheet on the table, and I laid face down. I felt some warm oil being applied to my neck and back, then rubbed in. The motion of her hands and the firmness of her touch, told me she was not just a woman who. She was lost in thought when he entered the room.“Hello, I’m John Carter. Who might you be?” asked the man as he extended his hand.The lady looked up in surprise. The man looked just like her son had described him. She had not believed her son. She couldn’t believe that some white man would risk his life trying to save her children. She answered, “I’m Virginia Hill.”“Oh, that’s a nice old fashioned kind of name. You don’t meet many Virginia’s any more. It’s a shame. I’m rather partial to that.