Suddenly, Maribel walked past the opening in the door, sporting a noticeably short, plaid skirt and nothing else. I caught a glimpse of her very perky...and well-formed, and uncovered breasts, as she walked past the open door, not once but twice. I watched as she stood, totally naked from the waist up, in front of her dresser, moving her hips back and forth to the sound of the music coming from her room, as she brushed her long black hair. A few minutes passed and she headed back to the adjoining. "Maybe I could go with Trick. No." Trick wouldn't mind, would you?" No," I grinned. "People would talk even more about that."Cammie glared at me. I smiled back."Oh, please?" Jeanne looked at her friend."You can come with me," Cammie said. "And Sammy can go with Trick." No. That kind of talk I don't need," I shook my head."Besides," Jeanne said earnestly. "I'd still end up sitting next to Sammy and you'd end up sitting next to Trick. You know you're gonna have to dance with him. 'Cause you know. The blacksmith took a few steps out into the street, then looked back at his livery stable as if seeing it for the first time. His eyes scanned all across the front, stopping for a long time to look through the open front door. He looked up into the opening of loft door, but darkness filled the loft. He looked all over the dim lit street, back across the front of the barn. Then he glanced back up at the loft door to see the tall Injun deputy sitting there looking down at him.He jumped as if he. When I began talking with him, I ‘let slip’ that I wanted to visit him (that is slight usage of subtle poetics for vis-à-vis sit on him). He agreed that the next night, after his show, I should go to his hotel room, of which he suggested, so he didn’t need much convincing. The next night was muggy. I walked up to the large hotel with its flash entrance and enormous foyer. The receptionist greeted me in silence as I strolled past, my rubber soles squeaking along the marble.