Sarah knew that once upon a time,Reggie had had a crush on her, and while she was always unfailinglycivil to him, she really did not think too highly...of him. It seemedthose feelings had been part of the exchange he'd experienced with hisdaughter."Oh, hi Mr. Daly," Reggie responded with obvious relief. He had beenwracking his brain as to how to respond to the statement Julie had justmade about her not smoking. "Mrs. Daly was just telling us how you weregoing to see The Hangover." Maybe we. I find that boys who come from farms, like yourself, sometimes have a hard time adjusting to a big operation like this with all of the temptations like being around so many people, and so much going on.” I had understood this at the interview, and since my father spanked me right up to the time I moved out, I was not upset about the prospect of getting spanked. In fact, it made me feel more comfortable to have Mr. Price act like a daddy to me rather than be a boss who might fire me. That said,. As he walked out the door toward the next saloon, there was a spark of admiration in several onlooker's eyes.As Jack walked down the sidewalk, a very young man went running passed him to the next saloon with the news of what had happened moments before. The kid pointed out Jack as he walked in. So much for anonymity! Jack surrendered to the inevitable and shouted, "DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHERE I KIN FIND JAKE BLADE?" That question met with dead silence, so Jack backed out the door, not wanting to. But, I thought, why not both seeing and touching? So I reached outtentatively with my soft, delicate fingers looking amazingly feminine withmy fresh kitten-pink manicure, long and lovely nails lengthening them, andI caressed the purple head of his penis with a single fingertip, thinking,could this really be my female hand and could this be my husband and couldthis throbbing muscle soon be thrusting itself inside me?It jumped, and so did he. "Whoa," he said, "it's been a while. Careful,or it.