Angelique was ashamed of the fact that she was happy in her labors taking whatever was tossed her way by fate and lack of female companionship on the ...rontier. In a sense, she felt that she was performing a certain duty to make the lives of the rough western men a little happier and their sighs of satisfaction were music to her ears. Since there was no priest to hear her confession, she just related her sins to the silent walls alone in her bed at night and promised to be a "good girl" as soon. ”Watching you nervously pull your shirt up and over your head, seeing that you’re only wearing a gray sports bra, I notice your nipples start to stiffen before my very eyes. Realizing that I should be trying to make you as comfortable as possible, I reach down, unbutton and unzip my jeans, pushing them down around my ankles, revealing my shiny pink bikini panties to you. Standing like that for a moment, unbuttoning my shirt and dropping it off my shoulders behind me on the floor, letting you. She can see the raindrops on his skin with the moonlight adding an otherworldly sheen to his features. She answers the door but keeps the latch on. The man of the night is beautiful and has an enchanting face but she remains wary. “Hello?” “Good evening Ma’am. I’m afraid my car has broken down and due to the weather, I can’t get it towed until the morning. I noticed the barn across the way from here, might I wait out in there?” “You can come in here, the barn is freezing.” She steps back. During the year that followed, I dated three more women. Life was fun again. And that fun nicely filled the empty potholes in my soul. To anyone myopic and short-sighted enough, I looked as good as new. My job took me all over the country and frequently overseas as well. My unattached existence made me the ideal equalizer of bumps and scratches in our corporate armor.I never counted Dallas among my favorite cities.That surely wasn't Dallas' fault. It always seemed to bask and sparkle in the.