“They’ll come in at dinner time. ‘Lunchtime’ for a Yank. My parents couldn’t afford to pay someone to tend bar for the solitary visitor, but...our universities are off now, too.” I had been out of school for six years, but I let it pass. I wanted to be his peer.“Dave,” I said.“Brian. Are you staying with Mrs. Campbell, then?”“Yes. She warned me off the cliff. Is there another way down to the beach.”“A nice path not a mile north of here. She’s right about the cliff. Rocks fall off the cliff face. Theresa had told him she would be making him a special dinner tonight. He wondered if it involved the placement of her pretty ankles around his neck.The sound of the train whistle broke through the still morning air.Blackie stopped cleaning his guns and checked his watch. For the first time in a long while, the eastbound train was on time. This was the day the widow Primgrass was due to return to Tombstone.He pulled on his leather boots and spun both cylinders on his colts before he headed to. But before I had time to think about it, Mike grabbed Michelle forcefully and cupped her ass, slightly lifting the silk blouse above the bottom of her ass for everyone to see. She pushed him away, but he wasn't having it. He grabbed her by the sleeve which caused her shirt to rip right off her fair skinned body. Quickly she covered up her breasts which were out for everyone to see, and she crouched into the corner as she yelled something at Mike that I couldn't quite make out. I was overcome. His room was tidy, with a PC humming on the desk, textbooks and journals stacked neatly on the shelves, his bed unmade, but certainly not messy, and laundry pilled into a wicker laundry basket. I looked at the books and magazines: all academic. Then gently pushed through his used laundry. Nothing to see there. I accidentally bumped the desk, and the computer came out of hibernation. The system was unlocked; I was a bit surprised at this, but it was now easy enough to take a quick peak at what.