Duncan rode into Parkinsville, Kansas early the next morning. The small town looked like all the stores and buildings were new – just built, in fact...He rode straight to the town marshal’s office and saw the four young deputies sitting on the front porch of the small, clapboard building.“Hello fellers, I’m United States Marshal Duncan, out of Fort Smith, Arkansas and I’m looking for the town marshal.”“He ain’t here,” the deputy on the left end of the bench said.“Can you tell me where he’s at, or. "Nice tan. This didn't come from a tanning booth!" His lips touched my ass, moving slowly along the white lines left by the skimpy thong. Finally, he removed his finger from me. Thinking I was getting a reprieve, I let out a sigh and dropped my head on the bed. My ass lurched forward with the sudden departure and, even though I was relieved it was over, I admitted the finger had had been much more than just arousing.He pulled me to my feet and with a red face and a hanging head, I started to. If I should sneak a peek I'm sure to capture someone going about their daily business impervious to my attentive gaze.See.There.Striding across the green bedecked in corduroy and tweed is Mr Gordon Porter. A puffed up hunk of meat swollen by his own importance; flesh flushed from a toxic combination of high blood pressure, 12 year whiskey malts and years spent propping up our local bar whilst demanding we all pay attention to his objectionable opinions.And there is Arabella, Mrs Arabella. "Oh Tommy, why didn't you say something?" Well from where I was standing, it looked as if you were pleased he offered" Of course I was pleased, I'm dying to see Jill again, you know that!" Yeah, whatever mum," I said sarcastically and went upstairs to the flat, leaving her looking very downcast in the garden.The atmosphere could have been cut with a knife for the rest of the day, neither of us said more than a word or two to each other at any one time, so after an early dinner I went straight.