"It was just that, I recalled that when Pinocchio told a lie, his noes grew and I was imagining what it might be like to sit upon his face while he to...d all manner of untruths." Jacob shook his head, a mock sigh issuing forth. "And this, my heart, is why I am the story teller, and you merely my attentive and delightful audience. Your imagination can be so… vulgar and predictable at times." His comment was rewarded with a disdainful sniff, accompanied by a small frown, which he ignored as he. This was a section of rolling hills of sand with occasional brush or cactus sprouting from the most surprising places. I presume that water had been trapped by a layer of hardpan just below the surface. Once I determined the direction they were headed in, I rode ahead to try to set an ambush.I found a clump of brush suitable for hiding my horse and hitched him there. Taking my rifle, I climbed up a small ridge and waited. I had time for a light lunch and a drink of water before the Indians hove. ”“Sure you could. I’d need to be on top, obviously. And I doubt the part of your body I would use is too tired to perform!”“Where would we go?”“My room. Mom and Dad are at work. Leah is out with her boyfriend.”“OK,” I said, surrendering to her.We turned and walked back towards her house and she led me to her room.“Just take off your clothes and lie down on the bed, on your back. Let me do this, OK?”“Are you sure? Really sure?”“You need this, I can tell. I’ll enjoy it, for sure, but you really. Dave felt a little light-headed when she entwined her arm with his as they left the billiard’s room. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, a mixture of sweetness and musk. Once out of sight of the doorway, on their way back to the bar, Marie let her arm slip from his. “I hope you didn’t mind me doing that. Those guys were starting to creep me out a little, and I thought it might discourage them.” “No, that’s fine. They were starting to piss me off. God, I hope I never acted like that.” “I.