Then she turned to Betsy, "I wish you luck on your job interview, but I'll be disappointed to lose you at the bar."Betsy said, "This job will be good ...s it's from six-thirty to three. I could still get to the bar by three-thirty to work the evening crowd. I would like to do that if I could."Shannon said, "That would keep me from having to hire someone else for a while. That would work."Joanie came in and crawled into a ball on my lap, saying, "Too bad you have to go to work. You could come back. The shower room had 4 shower heads on every wall of the decent sized room. I chose to shower directly across the room from him and was to nervous to get any closer. I stood in the water making my cheeks look perky on purpose hoping he was looking because I know the running water gives my oiled up skin a nice glow to my curves. I used a body wash that doubles for shampoo to wash up and as I was scrubbing my body it created a lot of soap/bubbles. At one point I was bent over washing my legs and I. ‘Perfect,’ said Jack, laying the pillow on the table and quickly rolling on a condom. He then easily lifted Meg up, lay her back down onto the pillow, positioned her feet up on his shoulders and quickly entered her. Meg was blown away by the initial sensation that was quickly followed up by his metronome thrusts that rapidly smashed her headlong into a wall of pleasure.‘Great places for sex, kitchens,’ groaned Jack as he tried to distract himself, teetering on the edge of losing control. "Better see him first." She closed the door to the cold wind. Behind her Beall had briefly glimpsed the new stove's glow.In the tavern he found Stud Farrell stacking up dirty dishes for the slave woman in the kitchen. "Got another one, sheriff. Stage driver brung it in yesterday on his way north." From under a bottle Stud produced a folded piece of brown paper with "C. Bell" scribbled on the outside.The message inside was just two crudely printed words: GIL DED."Damn," said Alexander Beall.