“Hoot shhhhh, someone will hear you. I’m not going to tell you now.”Then she leaned back to him and said, “I’m going to show your little fli...ty ass a thing or two.”“Yeah and I may just have a thing or two I can show you too, Ellen Meacham – Ms. Sexy Cashier of the year.”“Hoot McCoy you’re so much fun, do you always feel this good?”“Come closer and get a good feel, and you tell me.”“You silly nut,” Ellen said. Then, as she reached for a straw, her other hand rested on Hoot’s. Rhian stares at the feisty older woman with undisguised longing, absently drifting closer to her as she mops spilled drink from her shirt. She stops a few feet away, admiring the woman's lithe figure and pert curves accentuated by tight jeans and a now wet, cropped shirt. She's slightly taller than Rhian, very slim, and with the look of an athlete. Long, dark hair falls in natural-looking curls to the middle of her back, swishing attractively as she works on cleaning her shirt.Eventually, she. The village needed meat for the winter so the chief demanded that in trade for what we were asking of them.When Uttar and Vedic went hunting right after the trade deal had been concluded. They’d returned just two hours later, much to the surprise of the Hilltop people. They’d made two fresh kills in prepayment for the oats that the village would collect for us, dragging them back on a travois that they’d kept to help with hunting. The men of the village had been suitably impressed. All the men. I need to calm down, so I take a walk around the hotel swimming pool. The place is pretty much deserted, but there is one lady lying on a lounge chair, so I ease my way around to get a closer view. As I get closer, she suddenly looks at me and says "who's the lucky lady"? Catching me by surprise, all I could say was, "huh?" Well, you're at a hotel with red roses in your hand, some lady must be very lucky, she says. Oh, yeah, well hopefully I'm the lucky one, I'm here to meet a woman I met on.