Mia tried to keep her eyes from straying over his body, so she attempted to make a light conversation. “Um, I didn’t know which side of the bed i... yours. I’ll move if it’s the same as mine.” Mia stammered. ‘wow I even amaze myself at conversation starters – good one Mia.’ “Mine is usually on the left,” he answered with a smile. Mia scooted over to the right. “I’m guessing yours was left too?” he asked and she smiled and nodded back. “I’m pre-warned then if you snuggle over to my side during. This. His face finally broke into a smile. “You’re very beautiful.” Not so much a compliment as a statement. He took a sip of his Scotch, the ice clinking in the glass. He was still fully dressed, save for the suit jacket, and he still hadn’t touched her. Goosebumps arose on her skin as she stood absolutely naked and vulnerable before him. Somehow, not being touched was more arousing than being touched, and she felt her desperate, betraying cunt dampening with want and anticipation. “Bed.. Inside the cabinet were a version of a Winchester model 1866 repeating rifle and a beautiful double-barreled fowling piece. Hanging on a hook in the cabinet was a well worn belt with a holster attached to it. A pistol that matched the one on the table was sitting on a shelf above the rifles, along with some gun cleaning supplies and a few tin containers.The contents of the room were very well preserved, even though they had to be hundreds of years old. I had heard of similar discoveries around. She was looking at me expectantly, obviously expecting me to make some response."First Sandy, you are very special to me. You are the first girl I've touched or held like that, ever. I think of your mom and Donna as being special also, but for different reasons. Whatever happens between your mom and I, or even between Donna and I really shouldn't have any bearing on our friendship, Sandy. The playing and touching we did in the ocean was an isolated incident. Until I saw how upset you were, I.