Nothing moved. Only an eerie light filtered out through the dirty windows. A small yellow-white plume of smoke curled out from the chimney. Crickets c...irped in the background, filling the night with their song.As her breathing returned to normal, she reached under her black leather skirt and eased her pistol out of its holster strapped around her thigh just above her black stocking. Silently she checked her load and then took one last look around the clearing. She sucked in a deep breath and. As he sat back down on the mattress beside her, Paul also considered how casual the atmosphere in the room had suddenly become. It wasn’t cosy, just casual. Like two friends who’d known each other for years, just sitting together, chilling out watching some formulaic crime show on TV, totally ambivalent to the fact they were both naked. The awkwardness and posturing between them had fallen by the wayside. Paul hadn’t really known what to expect when he impulsively accepted Marcy’s invitation to. She grabbed the letter, and saw that it was from Alison, her best friend and confidante who lived in Vancouver, and tucked it in her pocked to read after breakfast. After breakfast was done, and all the dishes tidied away, and after a long and soothing shower, Erin sat naked on her bed, wrapped in a towel and reached for the letter. Erin rolled over onto her stomach, and hung her arms over the end of the bed, as she read the letter. “Dear Darlin’ Girl” it began. Dear Darlin’ Girl, first of all,. “Of course they will,” Jonathan laughs. “Aaron’s family runs the place now, and they let him manage the back door.” “His parents always were,” I pause, searching for the word. “Flexible.” He leads me around the back and knocks three times on the door in three different spots. The door almost instantly opens. “Hey look who decided to show her face in New Mexico again,” Aaron laughs. He pulls me in for a hug and then looks at Jonathan. “And look who she decided to come with.” I feel my cheeks.