I figured trying to see which of the booths were unoccupied. Then he reached the one at the back that was cracked and he just went in. I thought that ...omeone was in that booth because it was a video playing on the television screen. Not too long after that man entered, I noticed that a black man exited. At that point, I really did not know what to think. I thought nothing of it and then I just wanted to see how to work one of those booths. I spotted the nearest empty booth, went in and sat. You couldn’t put her down for a nap or give her a bottle unless she had the doll.Vincent had told Prue on his return that Ty was in love with Willow but wouldn’t admit it and that she loved him too. Vincent also indicated Willow was smart, strong and beautiful. Prue was intrigued to meet her.Prue and Willow liked each other on sight. They soon found they were very comfortable together. Nianna had also gone to her without hesitation, always a good sign. When she told her and Vincent, that Leigh. He tried to distract his focus from his discomfort to the mundane chore of cleaning his guns and checking his ammo for defects. Sometimes the shells were slightly dented from their exposure to the constant riding in the saddle and the fixing of the fences that helped keep their stock from straying. He usually carried a spare box of cartridges in his saddle bag to bolster the rounds on his belt and in his six-shooters.It was the sign of a hired gun and not a run of the mill cowboy more. Oh! ... He is kissing her, and her hand is in his hair. That piece of shit ... oh god, but this is erotic. I glance at Amanda. Her head is slumped forward on her chest. Why doesn’t she wake up? They are right in front of her. I move back. The colors are still there. The train is rocking... Am I asleep? What a dream! So erotic. Or was it a dream? I move my hand to my erection. I roll back slowly and peek over the edge. Amanda is up against the wall with her eyes half open. Her jeans are.