I held Martha closer, stroking her hair, and the longer I held Martha and touched her, the less there was of Anita, until there was only Martha, and I...slept peacefully.Tuesday afternoon as I was getting ready to meet Ronnie for lunch, the telephone rang. I picked up."Hello?"There was a pause. "Steven?" Yes." Anita." I know. I knew right away." Yes," she said, and paused again, and she began lightly, "I guess I didn't --" She took a deep breath. I could see her red lips as they breathed against. Watching his hands all over my body and better still....watching him Fuck me. How would that be for you darling, watching as he shafted your horny wife.....His hands around my waist pulling back onto his thick cock...aware from his groans and the look on his face he's just emptied the contents of his balls into this horny little cunt." Hmmm! Tell me darling. Is that what you imagined when you were seeing to yourself that night. That he had me pinned down and was emptying his balls into what was. Are you?" Oh, Wade, you know I am," Claire gushed as she threw herself into my arms and cried for a couple of minutes into my chest. After she calmed down and went through a couple of more tissues, she looked up at me.Taking a deep breath, Claire broached the subject that I was dreading. "Wade, I ... I can't help but feel like the attacks on the Harmons and the Blands were just too coincidental. Either Providence was working on my behalf or else someone else knew about what they were doing to. I must have been less than a mile away when I heard a shotgun go off. I'd left a loaded double barrel shotgun with the ladies, just in case. I dropped the meat pack, drew my pistol, and spurred my horse. By the time I got there it was pretty much over but the cussing from Jasmine and the sobbing from Sandra. Lordy, that girl could cuss, I almost blushed. Seems like these two hombres had rode up kind of gentle like until one of them grabbed Jasmine and pulled her off the wagon. She hit the dirt.