I stared down between my legs and wondered what I had gotten myself into.~I unlocked my other wrist and put all the bed sheets in the laundry. I made ... mental note that I wanted my apartment to be impressively clean the next time Mistress visited me.As I showered, I thought about the intensely emotional day I'd had. However, instead of thinking about how stressful and negative most of it was, all I could think about was her.I felt like I loved her, in some twisted, weird way. Every time my eyes. A gent named Mr. Roger Rogers kept the marshal informed about local comings and goings — strangers arriving and residents leaving. Another line of thought that wouldn’t have occurred to me.Autry told us, “Rogers likes his ladies and I worked out an arrangement with Chicago Joe.”Emma said, “Very enterprising, Territorial Marshal Orvon Grover George Autry. I’m sure the City Charter spells out how to allocate pussy to cooperative citizens.”Molly said, “Emma.”But Autry was still bright red. Not a. I looked at herr and saw her eyes were just as heavily lidded as mind and a bit red. She had a lovely oval face and her lips were full and ruby red. Like two big cherries. Faith looked back at me and smiled .Then Faith leaned over and kissed me. Smack full on the lips. I was startled for a moment and almost pulled back, but suddenly realized I wanted her to kiss me. I wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her close. Faith pushed my lips open with her tongue and pushed it deep in my mouth. Surprised that he had married again for he had a stable of willing lasses to warm his bed and pleased because the girl was comely and much closer to my age than to his. I know it's wrong, but that is how I thought about her.She was named Clytemnestra after the queen of Greek myth but was called, thank the gods, Kitty, and she was a tall, slim girl of perhaps eighteen years and very pretty in fact very, very pretty. I never did get her to tell me her age, or much else for that matter, except for.