”The tall, skinny Mexican turned and looked at the girl. Little Ida Red looked at him and he looked away.“You there, Mexican. Did you ride into La...edo on that Pinto pony out there?” she yelled at him.“Si.”“You’re a God Damn horse thieving son-of-a-bitching bastard, and I oughta shoot your sorry ass right here.”“Senorita, I never knew the horse was your horse. The horse looked lost and all alone and I brought her here to find the beautiful young gringo-girl person who owned her,” the Mexican. OK?~Jalile sighed and thought, 'That's what would have happened anyway; the Colonel is right, but what happened to politeness and a long-winded discussion over thick sweet cups of coffee? Even the Englishman haggled better than this.'"Master, the customer is always right," he said in English and turning to Charlotte he added, "You stay here with this man."After Jalile Shalabi had left the Colonel walked slowly round the trembling Charlotte and looked her up and down.~Not good, he said,. I sat up on the table and mom sat on the chair next to me. The doctor came back in and started to explain that we needed to milk my prostate twice a day because it was really backed up, she also said if this didn’t help they might have to do surgery. She also told me to remember to ejaculate at least once a day too, she explained to me and mom that during milking I may ejaculate and I may not but to keep doing it, she also said that if I felt like I wanted to stimulate my penis during the. But it was only as Suzie climbed off the bed and flipped off the overhead light that Dan realized--watching her go--that Claire was now standing just inside the doorway; quite probably, she'd been standing there for several minutes, watching them fuck.Keeping in mind what he'd seen before--Claire walking right through a closed door--Dan felt a sudden rush of fear as he heard Claire's high heels click across the floor, approaching his bed. Since their first (and only) fuck, Claire hadn't had.