The ones that Iwould have expected to avoid at all costs. I couldn't explain why, butthese were the shirts that I wanted to wear, not the plain and bo...ingones that tried to hide my figure. Mom gave me an odd look the entiretime, especially when I told her which ones I'd decided on, but shedidn't say a word about my choice.After this we went to look at pants where I tried on some slacks andjeans, deciding that I really liked one tight pair that really showedoff my ass. Then I saw a black. He called himself ‘The Washoe Kid.’While not a suspicious man, it had triggered a sense of homesickness in Bob. So, he moved his operations back to the Virginia City, Reno area. And pickings had been good. His group was large enough that they could easily get away with farm and ranch raids. Taking anything and everything of value.Bob had set the gang up in a small town. A town where the Sheriff was easily bought and paid for. And was eventually bullied off the payroll and into a shallow grave. "Kayla opened the door of the first dishwasher. "Wrong. Looks like they ate, but then cleaned up after themselves." Good," Arlene returned, "then they should fit right in."Kayla took a gallon of orange juice and a bowl of cut-up fruit from a refrigerator. After putting them on the table, she started the coffee. Jeff set the table as Arlene scrambled eggs and fried two pounds of bacon while Kayla made toast. As soon as it was ready, Jeff poured coffee for the three of them while Arlene poured. ”“I get horny just like every other man.”“I guess so. Still, it surprises me that you would pay for sex,” Amber said. She thought for a moment and then added, “Maybe I’m not surprised. You aren’t the ‘friends with benefits’ kind of guy or the ‘one-night-stand’ type, either.”“I’m not into casual sex,” Dexter said.He took a big sip of wine, wishing they could talk about something else.“Why haven’t you ever tried to hire me?”“You’re a friend,” Dexter answered with a shrug, earning a great big.