When we got back to my place, Becky accepted the offer of coffee, and we sat and chatted for a least an hour, before she decided that she should go ho...e. Subsequently Becky would make her own way to the class, and I would meet her there. We seemed to be compatible when dancing, although once or twice she tried to lead. I had to repeat to her what the instructor said. ‘In the Ballroom, the man leads and the woman follows.’ Now Becky was an independent woman, but she did subdue her natural. It seams that a local citizen recognized one of the robbers and called out a warning before the robbers actually reached the bank. There was a furious gunfight, but no one on either side was hit (often the case). However, this did frighten the robbers, so they rode away. End of story.There wasn't much else to talk about, except the weather, so I left to check in at the other saloons. Nothing there, either, but I spent the night in the local hotel. I got a decent supper and breakfast the next. "Whats to stop me from taking over this chopper by force, flying to thenearest town and telling the cops you kidnapped me?" Well, you could try again but we'll just end up having this sameconversation," he said calmly."What?" This guy was confusing me now."Well, did you notice your handcuffs?" I looked down and suddenlyrealized that my hands were now in handcuffs and chained to the floor."What the fuck?!? How did you do that?" I shouted."You won't remember but we've already had this discussion. Her mother was still one up on her! She ignored the thought, it wouldn’t be long before she would no longer be a technical virgin anyway. However then and only then, would words like slut and whore really fit properly in her mind, and then she’d be happy.She just wished it could be Mr Johnson to take her virginity. She wondered why it had taken so long, or more to the point why it had not happened yet. It was clear Mr Johnson loved her cunt, and so did his friends and all their wives and.