From what people had said in the saloons, we were lucky to have gotten so far out of town without running into Bushwhackers. I expected trouble to sho... up at any moment.Well, it did not! We stopped for a light lunch and were eating when another wagon pulled to a stop and asked to join us. They looked safe enough, so we invited them in. They, like us, were lunching on a beef and beans stew with coffee to drink. This family was a man, a woman, and two sons. The boys were 11 and 13 years old, and,. I was completely ignorant of what was causing the problem. We had advanced to the stage of regular kissing, but she was reluctant to share tongues. She would let me touch her breasts, but it was always through her clothing. Frankly, I was beginning to think that I was the wrong man for her. She was not exactly frigid toward me, but something didn't feel right. I just did not know what it was. I tried to talk to Janice about it, but all I got were blank stares. Who the Hell could I talk to?I. He wanted to talk, to keep me there, but I thanked him and melted back into the crowd. I felt the heat and flesh of every body I brushed as I passed, and though I’m usually careful to keep from touching strangers, I felt as if everything were different tonight. I began to enjoy the accidental caresses of hips to my burning ass, the elbows brushing the sides of my hot breasts, and I lifted my champagne glass higher, as if I were trying not to spill it, though secretly it was to make my body more. “Listen,” she said, “she’s not--”“No, you listen!” I said. “You can’t just...I, I mean, she’s your--”“She’s NOT,” Mandy said. “She’s not my biological sister.” She put her hands up. “It’s a long story but the short version is that she was adopted into the family.”I slumped my butt onto the cold linoleum. “But she looks--”“Yeah, I know,” said Mandy. “People look like each other. It’s a coincidence.”I looked down and then back up at everyone. “But isn’t that--”Margo put her hand on my shoulder..