" Theresa," I responded nervously. "And yes I am, I came with my friend Brian, and his girlfriend," I said now pointing them out, almost laughing upon...seeing their wide-eyed looks as they sat there looking over at me sitting next to Samantha on her private little couch."Oh yes, they were here last week too as I recall. Almost invited them to stay for the after party. He does have a rather impressive, nice looking cock. But I decided against it, only because his girlfriend appeared to be a bit. The clerk called it a saddle rifle since it had a short barrel.I also bought a .22 single shot bolt action open sight rifle, and of course a short barreled 12 gauge shotgun. The shotgun was an over and under. I had been reading a police novel on the Internet. It seems about the only way to trace a shotgun killing was by the marks on the shells left by the ejector and the firing pin. I could pocket the used shells from the over and under without hunting for them in the dark as might be necessary. ." The most I got out was "Just checking..." when he caught sight of the pages, saying "Greece, huh ... yeah, that's where all the women take it up the Ass ... gross, Man... !" I thought a second, then I pulled him back and motioned for him to sit. I asked what he was talking about. He told me his older brother had said to him at some point that Greek men and women ONLY fuck in the Ass. I must have gotten a really pained look on my face, for my "good buddy" said, "man, you never heard that?" I. "I think a lot of her too. I understand why she's important to this town. She's a good woman."Witherspoon blinked a few times and then nodded. "Better be going." Thanks again for the boots," said Kris."Mukluks," said Gerald."Pardon?" They're called mukluks," said Gerald. "Came from Indians." He turned abruptly and stomped down the snow-covered walk to his car, where a woman was watching them from the passenger's seat.Kris raised the mukluks in a salute to the woman, who he hoped was Mrs..