Turning, he walked upstream toward the wagon, hoping to find a pool. His boots made almost no sound on the sandy bottom of the creek bed.He was almost...to the wagon when he found the pool, but was unprepared to find Arabella standing in it. The fire was behind her, and her silhouette was coal black, except around the edges where her pale skin glowed faintly orange in the firelight. Her long hair had been unbound and was hanging down as she bent over, scooping up handfuls of water.It was the. ”“Will do. Can’t wait, sweetheart.”The Sledge Hammer. Quite a wild place. And there was apparently some agreement made somehow with the Sheriff’s office, so that nobody from the Sheriff’s department ever went to The Sledge Hammer to check out the goings on. Which encouraged more of the “pervert fringe” from miles around to hang out there.I staggered to my trailer and made a b-line to my bedroom to pick out my wardrobe. Being as high as I was, I wanted to dress as sexy as possible. I sat in. C. running wide open.An hour later Cindy was enjoying supper with Chris, the young man from the gun shop."Did you bring it?" She asked, smiling her sexiest smile across the table."Sure, it's in my car."Cindy dug the bills out of her purse and slid them across the table under her palm."It's all there plus a little more to pay for dinner, my treat." Cool" Chris replied.Chris tried not to stare at the firm round breast that pushed the material of her blue top outwards. Cindy's shoulder length. I was coming down the long hall from my bedroom to the living area and I caught an eyeful before I got even half way down. There was my son spooning with Sophia, his arm over her and grabbing more than a handful of her breast with his head buried in her dark hair at her neck. Sophia had her head thrown back and her eyes shut and a look of pleasure on her face. So obviously they were petting pretty hot and heavy so I sat down and had a short talk with them. I already had many talks with my son.