I wasn’t exactly skinny here and now, but I certainly wasn’t fighting love handles any longer.From the barbershop I strolled over to the mercantil.... I made the shopkeeper’s day by spending eighteen dollars on a new wardrobe and two more for a canvass and leather valise to put it in. I will say one thing about clothes shopping in El Paso in 1877: you can buy a lot of clothes for a gold double eagle. I walked out of the mercantile with two pair of black wool pants, four white cotton shirts, a. I was concentrating so intently that I didn't hear the creak of the main office doors being opened. I pushed open the bathroom doors and made my way to the place where I would eventually release myself. The men's washroom wasn't large but, it was clean. There was only one stall and two urinals. I stood in front of the mirror and closed my eyes. I didn't bother to lock the door as I knew no one was in the office (or was there?). The door was only about 15 feet away, over my left shoulder. . As you do this I forget the rules and “please fuck me” leaves my mouth. Before I have finished the sentence you stop what you are doing and walk away from the bed. I am so angry with myself for forgetting the rules, especially when I am so close to cuming. You return to your previous position between my legs and I can hear the familiar hum of my pocket size silver bullet vibrator. You know my body well and know exactly where to place it so it will drive me wild. The vibrations run through me. I'll tell you one thing. There won't be any such thing as daycare in any of these towns. There will be cooperation in caring for the children but every woman who has been allowed (that's right - allowed - women are fighting over the privilege to let me knock them up) to be with me has been thoroughly screened to make sure she wants to be a mother more than anything in life. No, they won't be chained to the baby for 18 years, but they won't spend 10 hours away from their children each day. One.