Tears stung my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower turned on and I slumped to the floor. ...y entire body was flushed. Dawning on me was the fact that fighting with him turned me on. My panties were drenched and my pussy throbbed. Fighting with him had never turned me on before, why now? Groaning I leaned against the side of the bed. Listening to the shower run was calming me down as I zoned out. I regretted picking a fight over. We also practiced a lot with our pistols and rifles. We soon learned that having extra rifles was well worth the expense.”He sat staring off into space for a few moments before getting a big grin on his face. “The US Army set up a fort near El Paso, just after the war started. They were supposed to be mounted infantry, but they didn’t have any horses. Instead of buying our horses, they did just like the damned Federales did, and requisitioned our horses. They did give us a piece of paper that. THEN IT HAPPENED. ONE AFTERNOON ON THE WAY HOME FROM SCHOOL PAUL WAS ESPECIALLY QUIET AND WHEN WE GOT TO THE PATH THAT LEAD TO THE CLUB HOUSE PAUL SAID WE NEEDED TO GO TO HIS HOUSE FIRST. I DIDN'T GIVE IT A THOUGHT, SO WE CONTINUED ON TO PAUL'S. HE TOLD ME TO WAIT IN THE GARAGE AND THAT HE NEEDED TO DO SOMETHING AND HE WOULD COME BACK IN JUST A FEW MINUTES. I WENT IN THE SIDE DOOR TO THE GARAGE AND COULD NOT SEE VERY WELL DUE TO THE DARKNESS. THERE WAS JUST A SMALL LIGHT COMING FOR A SMALL LAMP. " (hold on, Herman Melville estate, that was a simple typo.) Call me Emma, Emma Gravel. I own and manage a revival movie theater in glorious San Francisco, where I will go after stopping at Boudin's Bakery for a steaming bowl of butternut squash soup with walnuts and dried cranberries, all dumped into a crispy, crunchy sourdough bread bowl. (Fuck "Rice-A-Roni", this is the true San Francisco treat.) Watching the always napping sea lions on Pier 39, which cheers me every morning, tourists were.