Since we’d first met her, eighteen months ago, she’d lost a fair bit of weight but had maintained her large boobs, constantly getting looked at by...guys and suggestive comments. We teased her that her weight loss was down to her sex life and not the result of any diet. She’d started as being very shy, worried about our reaction to her having sex with her brother and was a submissive lover but she transformed into a, bouncy, very enthusiastic and positively avaricious girl, wanting to make love. Okay, go ahead and wear that gun, but don't you go picking fights just to show off your gun!"That settled, I went to the saloon. Mr. Jones, the bartender and owner of the saloon was not happy to see me come in packing a gun. He told me I had to take it off if I was going to work for him. I explained my problem with Mr. Hawthorn, and Mr. Jones agreed to let me wear the gun if it did not interfere with my work. I assured him that it would not and grabbed the broom to start sweeping up the mess on. Whilst we ate, Duncan quizzed me about various things including how I got on with my wife. He had a natural ability to put me at ease so I was able to tell him that although we still loved each other, nowadays we didn’t have sex as Rose had gone off that a long time ago. Duncan was sympathetic and asked if I missed it- to which I said that of course I missed it! He then asked when was I free to spend some time with him. I was rather surprised at this but indicated that I had a day off on the. She and Ken had been partners a few times in various subjects, and he had helped craft her entrance essay to the University of Washington. This earned her a full ride scholarship. In spite of her popularity, they had worked well together, and Ken even dared to call her a friend, at least in his own mind. They had never hung out on a social basis, her circle of friends would never have let her live that down. Still, times had changed. They were both out of high school, after all. What could it.