Some young buck got a monumental inspiration and decided to steal our stock. He sneaked in at night and stole our mules and two horses.He could expect... a big reception when he got back to camp because the Indians loved mule meat! He would undoubtedly receive a coup feather for the accomplishment, and he might even pick up a wife as a result of his exploit. That would depend on whom he dedicated the feast of mule meat to.Well, if I was going to save my mules, I had better get my ass on a horse. I never wanted to see another female being in my lifetime! Hell, the back-stabbing bitches could all burn in the fires of Hades as far as I was concerned!Months passed and I found comfort in a lonely hermit’s life. I stayed close to hearth and home. That’s where I was now stirring the embers in my fireplace. I’d just finished a bath and had stepped out of a big, old, wooden bathtub. I was naked as the day I was born.A knock at the door interrupted my musings. Now just who in the hell would be. He was middle aged so no, he was not perfectly fit, but he obviously took care of himself. He had a nice bod, and him dick, while limp at the moment, still hung in an impressive manner, and part of her felt no shame in fucking him per their arrangement. Without a prompt, she walked over, gave her lover a little kiss, then opened the door and started the waterDan smiled. One day & she was really coming along. Damn his poor timing, he should have hit on her three trips back. Dan enjoyed taking. ." Naughty man," she smiled. "The shower's up here."It was a good reliable make of shower, but, a quick look told me that whoever had fitted the last shower did not really know what they were doing. All the pipework was corroded and not straight."I'll need to turn off the power and water," I said."The stopcock is behind the sink downstairs and the fuse box is under the stairs," said Wendy.I swiftly shut off the water and power and unscrewed the old unit from the wall. Clearly the pipes had been.