"Charles?" Yes, boss?" Why do you keep looking at our waitress?" Oh, was I? She is a suspect, after all. I need to make my assessment of her." It was ...ore than that, Charles. I am not blind: you were eyeing her as a woman, not as a suspect."He looked surprised. "Was I? Really?" Yes, Charles, you were. As a woman, I can tell. It is time you concentrated on the task at hand." Sorry, boss. Wrist slapped. Back to business."They looked around the store as they ate. The eatery area was one corner of. Wilkinson of Cow Lane, maker of the finest blades in London.I spoke to a supercilious member of the staff, who was aghast when I described the knife I wanted constructed.“We do not make blades for assassins, sir, but for gentlemen.”I bit my tongue and let the man’s insolence pass. Given my requirements for a knife, able to be secreted about my person, it could be supposed I was the former rather than the latter.As I was leaving the establishment, a young man who did not bear the superior air. As small as Red was she still spread his little legs wide. I told him one hour in the saddle and one hour off, or he would be too sore to ride the next day. Sable agreed and complied with my wishes. We left after lunch for the first part of the trip.Trail Town was closer to us than to the Bellows. Sable behaved as if he had been on a lanky all his life. The fact he was on Red probably had a lot to do with his confidence. Red adored him and she was conscious of who her passenger was.King pranced. I began to wonder if I could some how touch her. I decided to get in to bed with her and se how she responded to any touch. So as she lay on her side I slid up to her and edged my head toward her chest. When I made contact she didn't budge so I began to press my mouth against her chest and slowly slide it down tho her breast. When my mouth hit her nipple I paused seeing if she would respond but she kept on snoring. I slid her blouse to the ide and moved her bra then began to suck and flick.