This whole thing was almost as much fun as my visit to the gunsmith.I spent the rest of the day in Trinity at various saloons playing poker. The next ...orning I left for home and had no adventures on the whole trip. I won't say it was boring, but I was vaguely unhappy when I finally got home. Lupe fixed me a late lunch, and I went on into town to visit the saloons and look for a poker game.I spent the afternoon demonstrating stud poker around town and had a lot of fun with it. When supper time. Mrs George was clearly shaken by the comprehension of what her darling daughter Nikki had been doing. However she appeared momentarily transfixed by John’s cock, which was standing extremely proud in all its glory. ‘Get out of my house’ she screamed, John dressed quickly and left. Mrs George stormed up the stairs no doubt to give the less than half shagged Nikki a piece of her mind. John left and decided not to contact Nikki until she called him. It was three days before he got the call from. "I wrote her a poem." A poem." Yes." A poem? You gave it to her?" Sure."Anita's eyes were wide and her mouth was open. "Well, what did she do?"I shrugged. "She cried." She... cried?" Yes. You know, a little tear, right here. Just a little one. Then she said thank you and we went to a movie."Anita stared at me, leaning against the back of her chair.I finished, "And that's all there was to it."She said slowly, amused, incredulous, "Is this a true story?" Cross my heart."She leaned forward, still. Maybe try to be a little slutty and see if it gets me more dates,” she offered tentatively.“Oh, it will get you dates, no doubt. You’ll be the talk of the school. Every guy will be lining up to get some.” Jenny shook her head. “I don’t know what you are thinking. This is a mistake. This isn’t you, Sarah.” She continued to plead with Sarah to stop this and call it off for ten minutes.Sarah stayed resolute and told her she wanted to try it. That maybe the sex would be more exciting than.