Here you were, this rough and tough, older man, asking to see art for the sake of art. I felt like I was preventing you from seeing a beautiful sunris... or something. Maybe I should not have done it but I stepped back and took off my top. You have a wife and yet you looked at my breasts with such admiration and then you were gone."Nick: "Yeah. I got real nervous. I just knew I had to get out of there before I did something stupid." After you left I went into my bedroom to look in the mirror to. Instead, I took the time to aim and fire two and three shot bursts. That way, I could shoot the enemy without hitting our friends.I didn't always hit the man, sometimes I had to settle for shooting his horse. I swear, I think that some of the barbarians that had the horse shot from under them died from a broken heart. Anyway, between my shooting and the efforts of our friends, the battle didn't last more than about five minutes. They came riding back in triumph, and there were mutual. They’d already told their mothers what they had decided in just over a day after meeting the three Crow boys and Pike.“Ezra, put my money up to match yours. If you get some good odds, double up on them if they can stand it. Cheyenne will win this race, I can feel it in him just like all the other times we raced,” Little Eli told his brother, handing him a roll of bills.“Ezra, our moms gave each of us a hundred and so did our dads. I want to bet the same as you bet,” Samantha told him, leaning. "Clinton, is that you?" Igave Joan a nod that it was. She pulled me off to a side room. "My God,I'd never recognize you." She was already on her knees, my skirt up andher tongue busy. Between her groans and mine, I gathered that Dr. Troyhad made a pet project of her. Joan had been induced to obsess over kinky girl sex, dream of it, craveit her every waking moment. And then she was taught to fear and resentand despise men, all men, regardless of their motives towards her, saveeffeminate men..