"Yup I know exactly what you mean. I know how you feel too." She's just so hung up on that Dylan bastard, that I don't even stand a chance."Camille re...ched out to put her hand over his. Comforting him in a friendly way. "Don't worry hopefully Marissa will soon see what a wonderful person you are."Giovanni blushed and moved his hand away leaving Camille feeling more hopeless than ever. Gene wondered how Camille could deal with loving Giovanni and not having him respond back. Or how she could. I looked down at my sensual wife, enjoying the sight of her hot slutty outfit she was wearing: a tight black mini skirt, a sheer white blouse, dark stockings and a pair of very sexy stilettos.Of course, no bra and no panties at all…It was still late afternoon and I found the store was a bit crowded.I moved around looking at some of the items, like many of the other men were doing there. I took a position at the edge of the adult videos where I could watch most of the room and the entrance…My. Of course any errors are mine since I naturally have to mess with the story before I submit it!Colorado Rockies – 1870’sHe watched her from the shadows as she sat at one of the saloon’s old wooden tables. The early morning rays of sunshine gave her an otherworldly glow as it revealed countless flakes of dust dancing in the air. Her long curly black hair was pulled back, and her worn skirt and blouse told of better days. Beside her was her traveling bag, stuffed full of those things she held. Try as I might, I can't get you out of my head, or my heart. I'm reminded of something your mom said, the day we buried you.... "I hope he lives a long and healthy life, and every time he closes his eyes, he sees you, to remind him of the hell that he's caused." Trust me sweetheart, I do.I'm not sure whom she meant that phrase toward, but, I do know deep down, I'm at least partially, if not wholy, responsible. Never once did I mean to hurt, or neglect you, apparently, I failed miserably. I pay.