" Well, Mr. Huston, I can't afford to lose money on this here wagon, so how about I cut my price to $50?" Mr. Jones, I don't know what to say. Your pr...ce seems reasonable, but all I have on me is $45 in gold. Will you take that for the wagon, plus lend me two mules long enough to haul the wagon out to the wagon train where I work? It's about a mile from here, and I'll have the mules home long before dark." Hell, Mr. Huston, ya could have saved us a lot of bother ifen I had known ya was gonna. Mr. Franklin caught up with me right after dinner and explained that we needed to either trust one of the small banks in Omaha or Saratoga Bend, or start our own. With the economy being so bad, every day, the paper carried news of another small bank closing. He was reasonably certain that all four local banks in Omaha were on the verge of closing.He explained more to me about banking in one evening than I cared to know, and I’m sure I forgot more than half of what he explained before I awoke. Shocked at first, i quickly releaized his passionate tongue felt wonderful and I loved him having his way with me. “Fuck me” I said softly. He froze for a moment, then scrambled to his feet. With one hand on my hip, the other guided his swollen cocks head against my saliva lubed hole. With one motioned he pushed his cocks head inside me, forcing me to cry out in pain. He covered my mouth, leaned against me and whispered, “Shhhhhh” in my ear. I whimpered into his hand and he kissed my neck. It took her more than a couple of seconds before she looked at me and asked "Now what?"She needed some reassurance, so I answered her with "You're getting the cure, hon, so you are going to live and be healthy." While she sat there, I pulled her up into a hug and found her clinging to me.A little bit of history, all right? Just so that you have some idea of where I am coming from, OK?I always thought that I was the clingy one in my relationship with my ex-wife, driving her up a wall because I.