I had seen him turn over a wagon load of stacked greenbacks and endless piles of soft leather pokes of gold dust to a bearded man called Doctor Durant... surrounded by a passel of Pinkertons and Wells Fargo muscle that was more protection than what the President himself received when he ventured into dangerous territory. The Durant fellow was some sort of scientist type but he had the ear of none other than the already assassinated President Lincoln and was a confidante of the great man, Brigham. But we don't do it all the time. Really we don't. Anyways we always go behind the Art Block to skive because it's nice, shady, TEACHER FREE, and there's a big log to sit on. Well we were there and I lit another cigarette (while Shari was telling me how sexy I am when I blow smoke out the corner of my mouth. Seriously, I'm not even a lesbian and my best friend comes onto me on a regular basis. How screwed up is my life?), I sort of dropped the lighter, it smashed, the lighter fluid comes pouring. But now she was starting to wonder if God had turned his back on her because she had not been suitably happy with her lot in life. She also considered Brother Eli, what grave sins had he committed? Rachel wished that she knew what he’d done wrong, but whatever it had been, he hadn’t gotten around to confessing his sins aloud. She prayed that Brother Eli had mentally confessed everything to Father God, surely whatever his sins had been, they would not have been enough to consign the good pastor. Does thinking about that really turn you on that much?”I let my fingers wrap around his erection, it was not that he needed the extra stimulation.“Yes”, he said.“What do you want me to do?”“Well, I am thinking of you holding Fred like that.”“That is a lot farther along than a New Year’s kiss, even a New Orleans one,” I whispered. “Is that what you really want me to do?”I’m pretty sure “Mmmmm” was an affirmative answer.Well it was for his birthday, if it was a fantasy he enjoyed I’d play along.I.