He clicked onto the site, opening a group of pictures titled "MILF with friends". With friends! Oh, god! He saw as it opened that Bella was on a bed, ...aked, her back to the camera, but it was her, he knew it from the small scar on her shoulder. The rest of the pictures showed her naked in various poses, most with one or more of three men, all faces blurred but he recognized one as Rico, her lover. Interspersed with the photos were comments from the viewers, all adoringly positive, requesting. She knew he was embarrassed and she felt bad. She missed hanging out with him and wanted to see him. She also couldn't get him off her mind sexually either. She sends him a text simply asking him to stop by after he gets out of work. She has something she needs to speak to him about. He answers back simply saying “Okay, I guess.” She was a little let down that he didn't seem happier to hear from her. She shrugs it off and hopes once he got there things would be different. It’s about 7:30 pm. I sat too. As we chatted we reassessed our initial impressions. Alvie was no dummy, and I think he was so used to bimbos that he was surprised I wasn't a dummy either. He'd graduated with majors in math and literature, traveled Europe by rail and bike, and had married and divorced in the distant past. I told him I'd finished college in three years and wanted my own political PR firm -- that's why I took this job for Dean & Bean.I had to remind myself that I was getting comfortable with a guy. We joined up with Dan Morgan's riflemen as skirmishers. They were the leading company in General Greene's division.If you ever find yourself in a shooting contest, ask if the man you are shooting against ever served with Morgan, the old wagonmaster. If he was one of Morgan's riflemen, you might as well swallow your ball and cap your powderhorn. Not since Cresap's time, way back in '75, had I ever seen such shooting. I thought I was pretty good, but those men could dot the I's on a printed page.