I had always been an admirer of a former leader of the state of Texas, Sam Houston, so I talked Moxie into naming him Sam — for her, it usually came...out sounding like "sum" but he would learn to respond.I attempted to cook and do things for Moxie, assuming that she would need some recovery time; in fact, I had no idea how much time she might need. Instead she got up almost immediately and resumed her usual chores, in addition to caring for Sam. I didn't know if that was typical, just the nature. It seems they didn’t speak a lot of English or appeared not to anyway.Time to test if they are genuine or pretending for the tourists.When I walked in, I found four women and one older man working in the boutique. Two of the women were first-generation Japanese-Chinese-American. By their noticeably American accents, one woman was of Korean-Chinese origin, the other Taiwanese. The man hadn’t said a word, but the facial features and how he carried himself allowed me to guess that he immigrated to. I started looking in her panties at the tag which read, vanity fair, size 10, nylon. I told myself i will never forget that. I waited for my heart rate to get back to normal, so i could wash the cum out of her panties and get them back on the shower rod. I looked down at the bottom of the bathroom door and saw her shadow moving right outside of the door. I waited and listened while. With a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled out his razor and bottle of shampoo. Apparently, his desire for a shower outweighed even his desire for her. His clothes dropped to the floor, and she watched his muscles flex as he walked towards the bathroom with hungry eyes. At the door, he paused again, and gave her the grin that she loved so much- the grin that told her he was thinking naughty thoughts. ‘Care to join me, love?’ She reached out and took the hand he extended to her. ‘Wild horses.