Way too hot for me, yet here she was, with her tongue down my throat. Hey, I wasn't complaining, what the slut wants, the slut gets. After a while of ...aking out with her and touching each other right there in the middle of the dance floor (this place was filled with sex craved 18 year olds, I literally saw a guy finger a girl), she had to leave with her friend, some ugly chick who looked bored as fuck. She gave me her number and I found Giovanni sitting at our booth drinking a beer he'd bought. “Well, the storm seems to have passed. Want to hit the beach?”Brenda nodded and smiled. “That sounds good.”Any further discussion was interrupted by a young and pretty Polynesian girl in a short wrap dress coming to the table. She announced that she was Alani and was their waitress, and took their orders for coffee and POG, a blend of passionfruit, orange, and guava juices. Then the Olivers were directed towards the buffet and invited to serve themselves.As they stood, Brenda couldn’t blame her. I thought all might be well, but on April 3rd of 1891, Mary took the loaded pistol the Custer had given me and went out behind the hotel and blew her brains out. I was greatly saddened and knew I would miss her, but felt that now she was at peace. I buried her at the mass grave site so she would be with her son. I even had granite tombstones made and engraved for each of them. Their bones would lie side by side. Father Murphy and I had many talks where he tried to make me understand. “Let me tell you what, I’ll just give you this piece of paper that says she has gotten her shots and you don’t have to pay the adoption fee.” She pulled a post it note off the stack, wrote her number on it, and posted it to the shot certification. She held it in front of me, offering. I didn’t pause for nearly as long as I should have “God damnit,” I said as I pulled the paper out of her hand. “Yay!” she gave me a hug and I felt her big soft breasts pressing up against me, and I could also feel.