Okay, I’ll see you later,” he said, before going into the bathroom. Mary took off the dressing gown and knelt next to the bed. “If I am being te...ted, Lord, please make me strong enough to resist temptation.” Then she got back into bed and closed her eyes.When she awoke again it was ten-eighteen. Putting on the dressing gown she returned to the bathroom; it was free, so she turned on the shower ... no more baths. The hot jets of water on her face woke her up thoroughly. She washed quickly before. How soon they forget. But I haven't forgotten that I spent the first halfof my life as a boy. I go days for a time without thinking about it, thenthe most mundane thing brings back the memory of my former life. Takethis morning, when I was getting ready for Miss Lane's visit. Even thoughPete insisted on buying us a washer and dryer last year, I still like tohang the wash outside to dry whenever the weather permits. There'snothing like the smell of clothes that have dried in the good Kansas. He slowed his pace, and tightened his grip on her waist. She locked her legs behind him as he carried her to the back seat of the car, never dislodging himself from her depths. He was still rock-hard and ready, and even though she was spent, she looked forward to what came next. He slid to the middle of the back seat, and brushed some strands of hair from her face. When she looked into his eyes, he smiled sweetly at her before placing a soft, sensual kiss on her swollen lips. Damn girl, do you. She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was uneventful ... except, every few minutes the Indian would let out a whoop so loud that it would echo from the surrounding hills.When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final, “Yahoo!” and rode off. “What did you do to get that Indian so excited?” asked the service station attendant. “Nothing. I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist, and held onto his.