" He said as he continues touching me as he tells the story. "I tried to keep asking about dora and pretending I was just interested in your panties...but my finger moved up and down your smooth slit as we talked." He laughs and closes his eyes. "God that was so bad of me. I heard my sister coming so I pulled my finger away and changed the subject by pointing at a toy on the floor. I pulled your dress down some so your mom didn't know I saw your panties." He opens his eyes and smiled at. Food first, and then we will see what happens.”In 1870, the Thompson House hotel and train station was the only dependable dining room in Laramie. Certainly, food and drink were available in every establishment along Front Street, but ladies did not enter there unless they were working. We had a slice of roast, a potato, and drinking water. As we ate, I rummaged in Miranda’s memories, soaking up all she’d done in the past six months and their correspondence with the circuit judge in Cheyenne. She tries to walk past me like she doesn't see me but I grab her arm - the good one, the one not in a sling - and stare at her bruised face."I did this?" I knew I hit her but Peter didn't tell me how bad it was, "Oh fuck!" Oh, Alex." She pretends to laugh, "You're so ... No, I was in a car accident. Last week." She twists her arm and I let her go, "As if I'd even talk to you if you hit me." She fake laughs again and hurries into the building.I broke her arm. A week later, her pretty face is. I stood there and studied this phenomenon wondering what it was doing in my Mom’s bedroom. Even though I had just turned 18 I was still a virgin in all ways sexually, and all I knew how to do was masturbate when I became aroused. I arrived home early a couple of days later and could hear Mom’s voice coming from her room. I crept up very quietly to her door which was half open and heard a female voice saying, “Take this cock deep in your cunt, slut. You know how you love it.” Mom then moaned.