I was already there, so I decided to spend the week in Sweetwater, instead of heading back to Roswell. That way, I could ride out to the ambush site a...nd spend Wednesday night there. I can't say that I liked the prospect, but it was the better of the two choices.Sweetwater was a big town as a result of the railroad. There were three saloons and the prospect of a fourth. I spent most of my time playing penny ante poker, and I began to develop a reputation as a poker shark. I was not really all. Her hair was tied back, and her hawk-nosed face radiated humor and confidence. I doubt that many women would have offered a man as big and dirty as I was a ride.I clambered up beside her after stowing my rifle, blanket roll and small kit in the bed of her rig. She offered me her hand and said her name was Fidelia. I introduced myself and told her I was a Continental soldier on the way back to join my company. We talked to pass the time; weather, roads, horses, food - the usual things. She said. After 10 or 15 minutes of fast tubing in a rough lake,Annette gave the signal that she’d had enough. Westopped the boat, hoisted her aboard, and all wonderedwhat would happen next. The vest came off right away and I could see from thelooks in those four eyes feasting on her breasts forthe first time that they were in no way disappointed.Her breasts are not large (34c) but they are perfectlittle mounds tipped by as pretty and pink nipples asyou will ever see. I knew that the tension was. Her questioning startled me, causing me to stumble a bit on my bootheels as I jumped in surprise. Looking at her, I tried to recover mywits. I could see her looking me over curiously, lingering a bit on theargyle legs and black boots that emerged from the lower end of my bulkyparka.Letting out a breath, I gave into the situation. I parted my parka,revealing my altered body. "I-I have t-to get some new clothes forthis..." I really didn't know how to finish my statement. It was all sosurreal and.