Jack monitored what he ate as carefully as he monitored his monthly billing logs. Mistakes were not allowed. He didn’t want to become one of those m...ddle aged men with a humongous gut that hung to his knees. Each day he would eat a small salad and soup, with water as his choice of beverage. His luxuries in life were a great dinner and a good beer every once in a while. Although he monitored his weight meticulously, he loved cooking and often tried out new recipes. Friday nights were reserved. And only Rebecca knew about them.The Indians? I’d provisioned Cayuse up and he was slow-trailing his way back toward the Chippewa reservation.Three weeks after we’d brought Rosie home to her mother, the US Marshal for this part of the Territory of Montana looked me up. George Autry, huge gunfighter mustache, white hair, around 50 or so, said, “Heard some good things about you, Murdock.”He was a short man, compact, but didn’t seem to have a chip on his shoulder about his height. Some do.We were. The girl’s nipples were already stiff with excitement - this is superfluous... Please...She is very scared that at any moment they will be seen, but like no one pays attention.The hands of the guy climbs under the bra and begin to massage her breasts. He is almost completely absorbed in this and only moves on like machine.- Sasha... - the girl tries to stop him with one hand, no longer frightened. She never thought that she would start to feel like that right on the bus - Sasha... Stop. I was safely secured to my seat by a shoulder and lap belt, but Fatima completely lost her balance and threw out her arm to catch anything solid. Her hand landed firmly on my lap and her fingers clung to Mr B!Fatima yelled harshly at the driver in Turkish and he responded calmly. Eventually she righted herself and let go of her support, but not before she must have felt Mr B. expanding somewhat under her fingers. She gave up standing in the aisle, and carefully knelt on the seat next to me and.