“I was just trying to be neighbourly, and I could use some company tonight. Usually I’m quite happy being by myself, but tonight, for some reason,...I wanted some company. But, if you’d rather be alone . . . .”“No, not really.” A part of me wanted to throw her overboard and let her drown. The rest of me was busy trying to find a balance between a possible escape from loneliness and a bad case of raging hormones. The latter was winning by a large margin.“Can I offer you a beer?” I asked her. I. Finally hearing the other door slamming shut, her husband stepping around the back of the limo, her eyes remain lowered toward the sight of the water streaking down across her quivering globes, trickling off her cold, puckered nipples. The seconds ticking by like minutes, colder and wetter by the moment, she struggles to maintain her posture, to block out the onlookers, to force herself to continue with the routine as her churning stomach knots up.?Okay Lonna,? he whispers as he hunches over,. Our first evening together set the tone for the rest of the time we spent together over the following years. April was, and is a lady with great fire and a wonderful sense of humor. The interplay between the two of us always began with a dare, a tease or a fantasy which both of us wanted to realize in real life. at 7:00 P.M. we met at the Hilton in down town San Francisco. She met me at the door to her room wearing a tight mini skirt, and almost transparent blouse. This was NOT the lady I. I guess we might as well of painted a sign on the side of the packhorse to the effect that we were carrying something valuable. We were still in Mexico when we had our first encounter with some people who thought that they were more deserving of what we were carrying than we were.Three men rode up to us from behind a hill as we approached the river ford. I had warned Jean to watch for bandits from the minute we had left the livery stable with the packhorse. Probably, somebody at the livery.