I’m here alone. Tired of Wall Street. Too much work, not enough sex. I’m looking for! some adventure.The gypsy girl and her lover have intrigued m....This morning I am alone on the beach as she sways by, wearing not the black dress, but a skimpy silk slip which shows off every curve and her very erect nipples. I imagine fingering my way down the material and tracing the outline of her curves. I am watching her and she stops, smiling. Holding out her hand she gestures for me to follow her. I don’t. That’s probably why he had so few friends. But then considering what Paul did for a living, that’s probably just as well. Paul was a house breaker. One of the best in fact. He carried only two tools with him. One was a small, but strong screwdriver. The other was a small automatic pistol that he kept tucked into a pocket halfway down the leg of his jeans.He always worked during the day. The prospect of wandering around some ones house while they slept upstairs just seemed like too much hard. Black Rock and his family came. Stinson and his family came.The ceremony and party were at the home site that Maria and Robert had selected for their new home. It was on the west bank of the Canadian River almost midway between Tall Grass and Robert's parents. Tall Grass drilled a deep-water artesian well for them, gave them enough money to furnish their apartment in the married student apartments at Texas Tech, and a new pickup. They spent their honeymoon camped in the pickup on their. I grabbed the handle of my rolling book bag and held tight as it bounced along, following us up the stairs. The kitchen door opened and Mom stuck her head out so I put my finger up to my lips in the universal hush sign. She smiled back and was shaking her head as she went back into the house.Jack pulled me in a bit closer as he dug out his keys and unlocked the door. Of course, my stupid dog did his best to knock us through the railing as he scrambled out the door and down the stairs. I know.