About it not hurting if that was my first time. When I was thirteen, Claudia and I both did something with our hairbrushes, the handles. Her handle fi... up inside her, but mine hurt when I tried to push it in. She told me it felt a lot better up inside, and she showed me how to push it in me. After, it hurt a lot, and I bled on my hairbrush, and inside my panties too. I was mad at Claudia when she had me do that. She knew what would happen, and she wanted me to be like she was. That's why it. She poured herself another and gripped the bottle in the other hand ready to pour. While she relaxed into the atmosphere John noticed that every one had gun belts. This in itself did not bother him, it was the guns holstered in them that did. She started tapping her foot to the music and started singing what few words she knew. John never imagined Lisa singing, but if he had it would be with a voice as lyrical as her prettiness. In reality she managed to sing both flat and out of tune. John. I couldn't understand how it was that the prospectors could stay out in that kind of weather. Of course, not many of them did, and most of those that didn't, spent their time either in the saloons or in the brothels. Every night was like Saturday night, especially when they started to get bad cases of cabin fever!We had a lot of fights to break up, both in the saloons and in the brothels. Jimmy and I made a new rule: neither one of us was going anywhere alone! These guys had gotten mean enough. Estavante said it would take years, but that every year we would get more and more control until it would be like Mexico here. According to him the politicians would be afraid to take on the drug cartels."So tell me where the money is now?" There was never any money. The piles of paper wasn't really money. The stacks were a soap based paper. To get ride of the evidence, one of the men was to turn over a drink on the table. The liquid would dissolve the piles of paper which the cops thought were.