' So, as Jake made his way through the clumps of sage and big and little black boulders towards the rim itself, he felt a mix of both anticipation, as...well as the underlying desire to 'corrupt' Corin as best he could! It was the only way that Jake could think of to pay that family back for all the many outrages and insults his people had suffered from contact with Anglos!As Jake arrived at the gorges rim, he noticed the young man setting on a flat boulder, looking out over the Rio Grande. Instead it made him feel dirty. Simon checked his watch."I figure that you've got about 15 minutes before the PG get there."Bobby voice turned to pleading. "I've got influential friends. People that will even the score if I go to jail."Simon heard a loud knock on Bobby's office door. Bobby reached into a drawer. A feeling of pity filled Simon but he knew that the drama was over.Simon shook off his emotions and steeled himself to finish what he'd started. "Here's the deal. You can either pull. And he did. He reached an arm around her waist, pulled her body toward him, and tunneled himself as deeply into her as he could manage. This moment was about him, though, not her. “Oh, Fuck, Steven! Yes!” she squealed, and, to his chagrin, it turned him on to hear her that vocal. Up until now, their sex had been very vanilla. Where the hell was this girl every other time? Hell, where the hell had HE been?“You little slut, Amee!” he yelled out, and thrust back into her with a violence he’d never. As had her deceased husband Bill Parsons. But Bill didn’t live across the street, he lived in the house next door to mine, on the north side of my parents place. Bill and I had been best buddies — as some folks call it — since the year dot. As we had all grown-up together, it had become patently obvious, remarkably early on, that Sally and Bill were one day going to end up man and wife. As they eventually did when Sally was only seventeen years old. Bill, like myself, was just one year older..