And if you’re not okay with it or you’re not sure how you feel about it we can stop doing that stuff – forever if that’s necessary – because...our friendship is more important to me than anything else including us having sex with each other.” Hank smiled and then replied, “Thanks for saying that. And only a true friend would say what you just said to me. But don’t worry. I’m more than okay with our new sexual relationship and I really love doing it with you. So there’s nothing for you to worry. It was just before noon when we heard two of the women yelling at each other. Rawhide looked at me and grinned. "Do you think we should go and break them up before they kill each other?"I sighed. "I guess we should."We walked over to the Caldwell wagon where the women were. Amelia Jamison and Wanda Caldwell were standing about three feet apart, trading insults. "What's going on here?" I yelled.Both women shut up like they'd been slapped. Then, both started trying to talk at once. I yelled again. The rifle swung back to center on Dusty's chest."It don't really matter, now does it. I paid the money. She's gonna marry up with me, and I'm the one who's gonna make her squeal like a pig. And if you say another fucking word, and I'm gonna kill you dead, cow fucker!"It was just then that a flying body, wearing a pale blue dress, came in from Black's blind side. Arms wrapped around his shoulders as that body twisted, executing a maneuver that would someday be described as the perfect open field. Had struck gold. And me, I was curious…I was fascinated with the male organ, and wanted to know more…We spent the hours when we reached home in the TV room, doing our homework and lessons. We both didn’t neglect our studies. After dinner, Grandma would be watching the news and some TV while we carried on studying then she would be going to bed never later than 21.00. We would continue studying for one hour or so to ensure that she was sound asleep…then we turned our studies to other things…the.