The cook sure enjoyed the night off. If there was one thing Wes was good at, it was grilling steaks. He made the best meat in the west, according to a...lot of cowboys. Lance kicked the door once to act as a knock before barging right in, his arms full of paper plates and napkins and what not that Carolyn had sent down from the big house. ‘Hey, how ’bout a hand, pardner?’ he said, glancing up just in time to see Wesley putting the hat he’d given Lacey back in the closet. ‘Oh… yeah.’ He reached to. Can I get you two some coffee? I'm going to have some, so let me make enough for all of us." "That would be wonderful, Vic," Elaine said with a nervous laugh. "You always made the best coffee in this house." I went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. When it was done I poured some for each of us. There were some cookies in the jar by the cupboard, so I got them out as well. We might as well be relaxed as we discussed this. Once everyone was seated with coffee in hand, I took a legal. For the last two nights, my cock had woken me up at ungodly hours, throbbing and demanding attention. And here we were again."I don't remember any dream."He sighed. "My cousin got King Solomon, and I'm stuck with you."I had been having asinine conversations with my cock since I was a teenager. They were just an extension of my creative genius; thus, I wasn't concerned about my sanity -- too much!Closing my eyes, I tried to relax so that I could get back to sleep, but my cock simply would not. Melissa wraps her legs around Jonathan’s waist and bends backward to swing around her assault rifle. She fires at the rolling and tumbling snowmobile.Riddling the machine until the gas tank is hit. It turns into a rolling chunk of flaming metal. The two closest pursuers manage to pull off and around, avoiding the wreckage, but the third is not as fortunate and takes the full brunt force of the impact followed by the explosion of another fuel tank.“Fuck...” Melissa murmurs under her breath. She.