About that time two men approached our table and asked if I wanted to dance. My husband was the first to reply "go ahead babe enjoy yourself." I was h...lf taken back by his allowing me to dance with another man especially a black man. It was a fast dance though and I felt comfortable being I loved to dance.When we got back to the table there was another drink waiting and my husband said "compliments of our new friends." These men were both black and well dressed. By the time I had the second. We always know what the other is thinking, and often finish each other's sentences. At 31, she still looks as beautiful as the day I met her, 7 years ago. Even after having two kids. Her long dark red always flowing across her shoulders or put up in a bun. Her dark green eyes that could pierce through your very soul and feel your every emotion. You can't lie to her, it's as if she can read your mind.I hardly even had time to say "I love you.", before colliding head-on into the semi-trailer.-. I moved my fingers and rested them on her hips. I slowly inserted one finger under her short top and touched her stomach.It was like striking gold. I was so much excited. Slowly, one finger by one inserted the whole palm inside her top and placed it on her stomach. I slowly adjusted and moved my hand to her navel. I inserted my middle finger in her navel. I could see her facial expression change.I knew she was getting turned on. I caressed stomach and hips and slowly moved my hands upwards and. Then he approach the table where Dent Martin held court.“Sir? You are looking for guards for wagon trains? I should like to apply.”“You have no gun”“My guns are in the room I have taken. The city ordnance at the railway station said ‘no guns’” Martin lifted his jacket to show his revolver.“You always so law abiding kid?”“Not if it will get me the job”“Why you so keen? You’ll probably get killed.” Martin tended to present the pessimistic case to enthusiastic greenhorns, whether they were.