I could see his muscles rippling through his overly tight black tee shirt. A bulge in his jeans showed he had a pretty big cock. He was clean shaven a...d had curly type brown hair that made him look kind of like a surfer. The bus ride was stifling hot. It was mid July and for some reason it seemed the air conditioner was not working properly. I started to sweat right from the start of the ride. I was only wearing button up jean shorts and a tee shirt, but I still found it really warm. I chatted. The following morning, Wednesday, July the eighth, 1878, my wives and I boarded the train to Santa Fe. The number of people at the station to see us off caused my eyes to well up with tears. Thankfully, about everyone else was crying too.It made me sad as hell to be leaving El Paso, because I’d made myself a damned good life there. Ironically, that was the exact reason I had to leave. There had been no larger than life Tyler McGuinn living in the El Paso of my ancestors. If I stayed, I knew for. My wife looked pleadingly at me, but I just ignored her and walked over to Joe and Pete to put them in the picture."Bitch!" that was Katie's voice and I turned to see her picking up the tiny white panties at her mother's feet."Daddy look" she said quietly.A fresh tattoo had been done just above her shaven mound, it was a huge spurting phallus, with the words, "Hal's slut" on either side of it!"Rot in hell" I said and walked away with my daughter's hand in mine.We agreed not to meet Sadie and. I doubt I could do much for Morpheus other than mis-steer him.(*Anne-Mal) Which brings up another question, have you ever gotten a criticism that actually helped you out?(Vickie) That quest can hurt! Celeste's query about Nice (Why didn't the husband just pick up and leave?), found a major hole I could fill with a few additional paragraphs here and there. Parker told me to give up on a really Mean narrator's story, just too unpleasant!The collaboration with Rhonda turned one nice 70k story into.