Unfortunately, his gun belt was slung across the back of his chair. It was a mistake that Hardison would never have made himself. It was the kind of m...stake that could lead to an early final visit to Boothill."You got business here, stranger?" Morning, Sheriff, my name is T.S. Hardison. U.S. Marshall Hardison. I will be over at the hotel for a couple of weeks to take care of some business in these parts. I wanted to let you know who I was and where I was staying to prevent any. Cherry had been spotted by another Harley Quinn and they were soon chatting and comparing outfits. I mingled a bit and got settled with a group of guys who were talking football etc and having some fun checking out the girls in their outfits. There were plenty of Wonder Woman, Bat girls, Supergirls and Catwoman, but only Cherry and her new found buddy had come along as Harley Quinn. After a while, one of the guys I was with who was dressed as The Phantom, suggested we move out the shed in the. Her boyfriend was forgotten about, she was just nineteen and although she wasn't on the look out, it was obvious that men would be after her. She hit town every weekend and and she was often subject to being asked out on dates and because of her nature, she more often than not, found herself going on them.There was a guy she met in town who she liked, they agreed to go out one midweek evening. He picked her up, they hit a few bars, then he asked her back to his house for coffee. She knew what. As a college athlete, he was fairly toned and very muscular. Now, six years after graduation, much of the muscle was still there, but more than a little extra now hung near his waistline. He clenched his stomach as her little white hands caressed his bare chest and belly. The both of them were now on a runaway train that had no chance of stopping before it ran completely off the rails. They each insisted on taking off each others clothing, until they were both completely naked. Keith.