My cock had slept well for what was left of that night.Jill called me over and instructed me to lock the doors and to "report" to the break room. I al...ost saluted. Watching her walk back to the stacks where Debbie was working, I couldn't help but admire her ass. I locked up and went to the break room. A few minutes later Debbie appeared, followed by Jill. Using my advanced observation skills, I noted that Debbie's sweater was partly unbuttoned, and there was a smudge of lipstick on her lips. Getting there would be half the fun.As we hit Route 33, the breeze came blasting in through the open car windows. I glanced over at Debbie from time to time and could see her trying to keep her long blonde hair from blowing in her face. The strong breeze made the remaining curls dance wildly above her dark, plastic framed sunglasses as she smiled back at me. The suns rays did their own dance as they alternately lit up Debbie’s tanned thighs as she sat there on the big vinyl bench seat. . The lead rope for the pack horse was tied to the back of my saddle, so it was not going anywhere.I scurried to some rocks that were nearby and shouted again, “HEY, MISTER, I AM THE PEACEABLE TYPE, BUT I WILL SHOOT BACK IF YOU KEEP THAT UP!”The man ignored my comment and continued to shoot, this time with a Henry. The Henry was virtually obsolete by this time, but the bullets would still kill a man if he was not very lucky. Okay, I figured that this guy was just being antisocial, but I wondered. I knew it that night outside O'Brien's. I don't know why, but you are. Gail knows it too. Anyone who knows you, knows it."I looked at her face and body and I ached for what I could never have again."You're right Mary, I am still in love with you, so in love that the other night I couldn't keep a hard-on with a perfectly hot woman - simply because I knew you were back in my town. You may now screw up my sex life the way you did my emotional life for the past three years but, being in love is not.