The two of us are starting over together.”My mother shook her head. “People are apt to talk once word gets out.”“Then let them talk. It’s an...ient history, anyway. It happened fifteen years ago.”“People around here have long memories,” she replied.“People around here need better things to do. Would it be too much to wish us luck?”“Good luck, Casey,” Mom said.“You’ll need it,” Walter added. “What’s your project?”“I want to build a platform bed. The duplex is only partially furnished. There’s a. Josh was a worry-wart about some things, and being an unemployed father was one of them. Oh, well, back to work on the job he still had.Josh had really fixed up this place in the year he had been coming here to guard the stagecoach as it passed before him. He had arranged a feed box and a water trough for his horse and hauled in enough feed and hay to keep him happy for a few days. Josh didn't expect to be trapped in here under siege, but you never knew with the way the Indians and Mexicans had. “I spent last night looking at some business properties in Vancouver. I found a small twenty unit motel just outside of town. I was thinking about buying it,” Betsy said.“Why on earth would you buy a motel in Vancouver?” Charlie asked.Rubbing the gold torque gently, Betsy said, “I have a feeling that I’ll need a place or two like that.”“You’re just throwing your money away,” Charlie said in disgust.“It’s my money.”“I can’t argue with you, there,” Charlie said.She wondered if Betsy hadn’t. . . not yet." He held my hips and slowly, rhythmically stroked into me until I felt as if my insides were melting and then the joy and pleasure of an exquisitely intense orgasm flooded through my body . . . as a warm trickle of urine escaped and washed over his hard, tight balls. "Oh, Daddy . . . oh, Daddy I'm sorry," I said with tears of sexual satisfaction and embarrassment trailing down my cheeks."No, Maggie don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry about."*****We stood in the shower, him.