“Whoooweeee, this is some good eatin,” Joe said as he took his first bite of catfish.All seven of them ate until they couldn’t hold any more, th...n pushed back from the table.“Kit, you and Ruby sure do know how to cook up some catfish. That was as good as I ever ate,” Eli told them as they all sat at the table.“Thanks, Marshal. Gramps showed us how and I reckon he’s showed us all we know, since we lost our mama and daddy back years ago,” Kit told him.“Girls, Marshal Eli and his friends has asked. Yeah, it's for sale. All or none, and I won't dicker on my price either. Take it or leave it." Okay then. How does one get out there to see it?" See it? Get out there? Well, didn't you hear that idiot in there? I got a plane. I fly you out and you can look it over. And don't worry neither... I've been flying in Alaska since... well... since you were a pup at any rate. Ain't many places I ain't been to either. I got a good Beaver and it is the most airworthy craft around." So you'd fly me out. Five-hundred dollars. A keycard. It all fit together and pointed to one inescapable conclusion: He thought I was a fucking prostitute! Just because I have big tits! I cleared his table so angrily I broke the coffee mug when I slammed it into the dish-bin. I could have just kept the money, and god knows I did need it. I could have gone home, drank the whole bottle of wine and passed out… which is what I do most nights anyway, just with much less expensive wine.No. This was a day where I’d had. Next you sit on your couch and softly rub your pussy with your head thrown back, eyes closed, craving my fingers rather than your own. Trying to clean off the kitchen table, you get weak-kneed thinking of how sexy and sensuous I'd make you feel. And once, just once, you touch your belly and wonder if my seed will soon be taking root there.Over and over you have told yourself that I shouldn't do this, that you were a woman not driven by lusts. You, Nicole, and I have some wickedly hot passion.