But now it was almost time for her to breeze throughthe door after her night out. Would she be tired? Energetic?Demanding? He didn't care. All he ...anted was to make her happy. Paulmade sure his outfit was perfect, fussing over each detail, than checkedhimself in the vanity mirror, straightened his wig, and touched up hismake-up.Almost as soon as he had positioned himself inside the front door, a carpulled up to their curb. He edged the curtain back slightly and peeredout. Greg. You have been travelling for weeks in the direction the red masks, a group of bounty hunters placed within the valleys north of here. At least, they were when you retired. But, the girl you've brought with you has made the trip more burdensome than realized. She's young, and not used to this sort of travel.Three weeks ago a woman cam to your home in your small desert village to request your services, which has never happened, as you've made sure to have completely fallen off the map. Nobody. .. after all! Christ! She's got it! Those tits are perfect!... And, her hips and thighs! God! I can hardly wait to get my hands on her!He moved forward, silently, to crouch behind a bush. It was too early to make his presence known. When she had finished her ablutions and was getting ready to dress would be a more propitious time.Now, she squatted down in the water rinsing the soap from her, the suds rushing downstream away from her in glistening array as they caught the sunlight. She washed. "…Wearing any, that is!" She finished. I had completely zoned out while she'd been talking."Wh-" I began."I said that I'm not wearing any panties!"What the fuck? I was both horribly turned on and horribly confused. Did a smoking hot girl just come up to me randomly and tell me she wasn't wearing any panties?"Oh… Um, that's hot." I managed to mumble. She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to her table, where two other people were waiting. One was a young, black man. The second, who seemed very.