" Man, that ain't gonna git no crowd," Shorty, who had been sitting silent, interrupted. "We gotta hundred beefs goin' all the time down there." Next ...tep," the negro continued as though anticipating this objection, "is a molotov cocktail through the window of this supermarket just down the street. They've got a stock of cleaning fluid and other inflammable material stored right next to the window where it goes through. It'll go up like a roman candle. This, of course, brings in the fire. “You know it’s the same for me Monica. I enjoyed it so much more today. When you said I needed to stop thinking I was ordinary, you were right. That kind of thinking was making me warped. Thinking I needed you addicted to my cock and begging for me to fuck you senseless was the only way to keep you wanting me was warped. It made me think I had to always do it like a super hero, and it just amplified my fears and insecurities,” I said.We took a shower together and helped each other wash. I dried. I arrived at the saloon at about ten in the morning. When I walked through the door, the first person I saw was Pen, sitting at a table with Liz and Manuel the bartender/janitor. Pen wasn’t back to normal by a long shot, but judging from the grin he gave me, he felt much improved.“Here’s our young marvel now. We were just talking about how you’ve managed to take over and actually grow my business. You are making me look like a genius for hiring you.”I blushed again and mumbled a denial as Pen. ***** They weren’t at breakfast the next morning. I thought to go to their cabin, to look in on them, but decided it would just compound their embarrassment, and anyway I didn’t know what I’d say. That I was sorry I’d seen them kiss and caress each other? They were, both of them, successful in their careers, and they must be tough-minded. They would live it down. But I couldn’t keep my mind on anything else. I wanted to see them and didn’t want to. I asked casually if anyone had seen them.