A we drove up the winding lane mom talked about the party, I didn’t realize before but she was a little drunk.When we arrived it was deserted, the l...vers had gone and the place was ours.Mom looked at the town below; the odd car made it’s way along the deserted streets.“Your dad brought me here the first night we went out,” she said quietly,” I let him make love to me, he was so gentle and hansom”.Tears formed in her eyes as she spoke, I reached out and pulled her to me, her head lay on my. "The rest of the morning was spent sitting around talking. The two women tried to do what they could for Jess, but he died before noon; he had just lost too much blood. His body was laid out in the back of the fort and everybody tried to ignore it.At one point, they saw a couple of the Mexicans sneak up to the coach and look around, but they did nothing to provoke an attack from the bandits. The Mexicans practically demolished the inside of the coach and the boot, looking for loot. After about. But sex with him became less than the center of her whole life. At the risk of being trite, I'll say that ... the honeymoon was over.But if I were a punster, I'd say the hornymoon was over, because that's really what happened. Carly's libido finally got satisfied. She learned that her daddy wasn't the only man who found her fascinating, or was interesting. Gaining a lover at the tender age of fifteen had dragged her into the adult world of orgasms, and babies and intense emotional. Not bragging, true is true. Hey, brew and true.We settled in, comfortable in each other’s company.She said, “I signed Harold on. My first pimp.” She grinned, “My friends are giddy.” New York.“Apartment building?”Gertie nodded, “It makes sense. He wants to ... upmarket his inventory.” Kiddy whores.She knew how young they were. I’d told her that before I mentioned that Harold wanted to take a meeting. Well, I lived with the age thing, why not Gertie?“He wants me to come by, inspect the ....