She issued another sexy moan and so did Terri, I think we all finished at the same time. I withdrew my shrinking cock from her back door and for reaso...ns I can't explain I held her close as she floated down from her own orgasmic high.I looked over at Terri who was on her back and panting for air. On her face was a look of total contentment. She eventually got up and led me to the bathroom on the suite next door. She invited me to shower and to come back when I finished. Ten minutes later and. If it gets swinging, it could pull the car and your ass off the road, or into an eighteen wheeler.”“Keeping all that in mind throw me a price,” I demanded.“The best I could do would be a grand,” he said.I actually laughed. “I don’t think so. I might would do half of that.”“The cleaning, greasing, and finding three tires that will hold air has to be worth at least another hundred,” he said.“Since I won’t have to run all over hell chasing one down, I’ll do the six hundred,” I agreed. I figured it. " Yeah. I thought I had a copy, but I couldn't find it last night."And as a result, my dream last night had once again ended with my quick death. This time I had managed to scream out, "What makes you think I killed your father?"In lieu of answering, Inigo had simply run me through."Do you remember the guy who killed Inigo Montoya's father?" I asked."The six-fingered man? Count Rugen?" Six fingers?" That didn't make sense; I only had five."Yeah. Domingo Montoya was a swordsmith. He made a sword. And murder. 'Six king'sdaughters drown in the sea, and the seventh t'follow; except she drownshim that meant to do it, instead." He scowled. "That ain't the sortof song I want t'hear in me saloon." But they _liked_ it," Jessie argued. Her was voice almost a whine."I made over seven bucks last night in tips. That's a lot more'n Iusually do." Jessie, dear," Molly said quickly, cutting off whatever her husbandwas about to say, "a saloon's supposed t'be a happy place, a place mencome to enjoy.