By the time we reached the couch we were both naked and our clothes were strewn along a path from the front door to the couch. I eased her down onto t...e couch on her back and knelt between her legs, gazing at her beautiful pussy with its thatch of lovely peach colored pussy hair that I loved so much covering her mound. I couldn't resist pressing my face into that fragrant thatch, running my tongue through it, not caring if a few loose strands ended up in my mouth. I slipped two fingers into her. Rude shifted his weight and crossed his arms. The gesture was enough to snap his senior back to the present, the dark haired Turk blinking once as he returned cold eyes to Rude. ‘You’re dismissed. She will be expecting you in the secondary conference room.’ He made to resume typing as Rude removed himself from the room. Just at the edge of earshot, he heard Tseng calling back for him. ‘You didn’t…’ his eyes squinted as he tilted his head just slightly off center, in deep consideration. ‘You. I was about to do something that I had done many times when I was in high school. I used to sneak out of the house at night to meet up with my friends and then I would have to sneak back in when I went home. I was always afraid that my father would be waiting for me when I got home but I had never been as scared as I was at that moment. Between the tracks and the house was a large field overgrown with weeds and brush. Just like when I was in high school, I was going to crawl up through the. I nodded and walked back to the bar. I ordered another beer, and the bartender said to me, "That was damned fine shootin', Mister. I happen ta be mayor of this here town, an' we're lookin' fer a marshal. Ya interested in the job?" I don't know. How much does it pay?" We kin manage $60 per month, an' ya kin live in a room off the jail's office." That sounds interesting, but I'm sick of beef and beans for every meal. Is there a boarding house where I could get decent food?" Yeah, Widder Anson.