It was now or never to get the girls back.The spot was not ideal, a small hill next to an even smaller arroyo. We pulled the horses down and covered t...eir head with a blanket keeping the reigns pulled tight holding their neck twisted slightly. The extra horses were run off since we could not hide them and we did not have someone to watch them as we needed every gun we had the six of us were each going to have to shoot one and at least three of us would have to shoot two.The bad guys were. "Never heard of him." He has asked your father to pay you court." Who, this Vanmeter person, he wants to marry me?" Her voice broke, squeaked in her throat, and she gritted her teeth, embarrassed.The woman smiled briefly at the girl's discomfort. "Indeed, he might. He is from a very good family. His father is a planter with a slew of mills and his grandfather was a ship builder I believe, down on the Pocomoke. His uncle by marriage knows your father I'm sure, was some kin to Governor Eden's. "Whatever for? I don't think I was so scary. I was overwhelmed by you from the start." Susan chuckled, nibbling on an ear lobe."You affected me in ways I was unprepared to face ... You still do." Jane said, half giggling, half moaning."How so?" Susan asked, continuing her attack.Goose bumps rippled down Jane's neck."Like that!" Jane giggled, pulling her ear away, but not to far.Susan settled in with her lips behind her ear. She softly kissed the spot she knew drove Jane wild, but it wasn't an. “No problem,” I said smiling back. In my mind was another thought besides no problem. I knew she was wearing a girdle. “How?” you ask. Well it comes from back in the late 1960’s when I was in high school and had discovered that I had this particular fetish for the garment. And I learned that a woman wearing a girdle had this hard feeling caused by the girdle stretching across her ass. The bump of the back of my hand across what should have been a soft supple bit of flesh had told me a story I.