The fourth man was still on his horse, but he had no head that I could see. The powder smoke had blurred out my vision for a moment, so I did not see ...hat had happened to him. Apparently, a clump of buckshot had hit him in the face and simply destroyed his head. His horse swerved and dumped the Indian on the ground when he got too close to my wagon.At this point I was shaking. Not from having killed a man, but from coming so close to having been killed myself. Shit, I was getting a second. I was wearing socks,loafers, a dark pleated skirt, very short, and a pink,man-tailored shirt of some thin, silky stuff. I wore aponytail which made me look younger than my 17 years.I smelled already of Estee Lauder’s Youth Dew, whichcontinues as my signature fragrance to this day…Richard sat on the sofa and spread his arms out acrossthe back. His voice was sultry and not hurried as hespoke. I turned to listen and found that his voice washypnotic.“You look tired. Tired of the. Another side note here. Aside from a couple of brief, curious encounters when she was a teenager, Kate had never really been with a woman before, not fully anyway. Aside from masturbating, and being masturbated by a close girl friend, and then a year later doing the same with a distant cousin, that had been the extent of her woman to woman experiences. Though she had confessed going in, she was certainly interested in exploring that further. Something I was certainly anxious to see for several. She sat near to my chair and served dishes.All were vegetables. So I asked her “why didnt you prepare non vegetarian ?”. She told me “Nalla mamisam undu veno ?” with little smile.I also smiled and after finished my dinner I asked towel.She showed me her napkin and said” Ithil thudaicho mone..”. I just pulled her napkin and rubbed my hands.I could see her thighs.I controlled myself and asked “Devima I am going to sleep. so please bring milk” and went to my bedroom.But she followed me and stood.