Hell, what else could I do? The Comanches were milling around on their horses occasionally taking a shot at me, but it seemed like most of them were w...iting around for instructions. Finally, this real dignified looking guy rode in, and he's wearing all kinds of fancy beadwork on his chest and back. He raised his arm, and there was a sudden quiet. Hell, I even quit shooting, just waiting to see what was about to happen, because, sure as hell, something was about to pop!He dropped his arm, and. " Heblinked, shaking his head. "I mean girls. Wow, what a slip of thetongue!"After a few more moments fawning over himself in the mirror, Tobiasreached out to grip the blue lycra shirt, rubbing his fingers along thesmooth fabric again to enjoy the feeling as he held it up in front ofhis chest. "Ok, I just TOTALLY don't have the figure for this. Ihaven't been a medium since college." His lower lip pushed out in aslight pout. "But I really wanna try this on, even if it's kinda tight.Just to see. I love you, my darling." I detected just a slight trace of insincerity.Once in Mark's car, I attacked him. "Mark, find the first somewhat secluded spot and park. Unless you want me to give you a blow job while you're driving. There is a certain amount of thrill to that possibility but I don't want to cause an accident." Annie, we need to talk about the sex," Mark cautioned. "I think we should remain celibate with respect to each other until we are married." Married? You haven't proposed to me.. The dagger’s sharp tip pierced the canvas with a rasping whisper. With patience, I cut down, working through the thick cloth. My knife whisked. I paused after each sawing stroke, listening to the snoring. It stayed the same. Inch-by-inch, my blade sliced downward, making my entrance into the tent.Finished, the cloth swayed, loose.I crept through the hole and crouched just inside. Movement froze me. In the corner, a form uncurled, painted in the light from a small lantern hanging from the tent’s.