Dutch swore he couldn't figure how the tired looking nag got all that energy up so early in the day because it kindda slouched along all day when he w...s supposed to be running like the wind. It purely didn't do much for his image to even be seen associated with such a raggedy beast but transportation is transportation and it sure beat walking.No self-respecting cowboy would want to be accused of walking when there were plenty of horses to take care of the need for a ride. One thing he had. “If I have done something wrong, please say so. Just don’t walk out of here without telling me!” he says, cupping my face. My instinct makes me flinch at his touch and unable to cope with my raging emotions, I begin to cry. “I can’t deal with this!” “Ellie?” he asks, coming closer to me. Taking a deep breath, I can’t pretend anymore. Wiping my tears, I look him straight in the eye and the words tumble out. “I have to leave because of you!” His expression pales. He almost drags me by the arm to. Back in the house while I’m sitting there drinking coffee a wicked thought comes to me. I figure she has a good fifteen minute head start, I jumped into my large white Chevy van and head to her open house. I knew where it was since I had driven her there the day before to leave some paper work off to the seller to sign. Fuck it, I tell myself, the lil bitch is going to pay for it now. I just felt evil.I parked about one block away from her open house and just walk towards her house for sale.. As we start to taxi out for our take off I notice that two lucky guys are assigned to sit with you and are like bookends on both sides of your luscious body. Your pleated skirt is hiked up quite high on your thighs as you sit reading a magazine, I don’t know what magazine it is but I remember thinking that I bet it’s not “Good Housekeeping.” I can not help but notice that your bookends keep glancing down at your thighs quite frequently. You either ignore them or you sense their attention and.