And it's unlikely that he would know them but for Christine.They were everything that David was not. Britt and Bree toleratedDavid, though he suspect...d that they didn't really like him. More thanonce, Britt would make sly comments about how "soft" he was. Once, shemarveled at how slender his wrist and hands were. She swore that he hadgirls' hands; with longer nails, she mocked, his fingers would look justlike Katie Perry's.The guys were not much more accepting. All of the other guys in. " Go have a drink. Look for a tall, red-headed man. That'll be him. He needs killin'. Do the town a lot a'good."I nodded and rode my new horse into the small town with its single tavern, inn and stage stop. A red-headed man was holding court from the fireplace end of the common room when I entered. I got a beer and watched as he assessed some men fines, slapped one man's face, and then pulled a woman down between his legs, opened his foreflap and kept her head there with one hand while he ate. ““You need her as well at times!”She laughed. “Yes. I need a woman’s touch sometime too.”“Well, you go and enjoy yourselves and if ever Becky feels to venture to the dark side I’ll gladly help out.”Amy’s laughter screamed down the phone. “If I thought she would I would gladly bring her along one night. I think we would have a great threesome.”“Amy Warren you are a very dirty girl,” I told her jokingly.“I’m a slut, dad,” she corrected. “A very dirty slut but I’m your slut, dad.”I was hard just. The mother in law would be out with her friends for the day so it was a quick in and out call. She was part of a group of four couples that had knowing each other very well for the last fifty odd years, but sadly; it is down to three women and one man now. He takes them out once a week in the car for a drive usually to some tearoom and such. He’s became close to June after loosing his wife two year back, a year after June lost her husband.When I entered the kitchen I heard music playing, not.