"Meet me there in 10 minutes," he said, leaving. I took my time driving my little pony to Arnold's. I was racking my brain trying to remember where I'...d seen the guy before.I walked into the bar and looked around. I spotted the guy sitting at a table with a big Hispanic man. I joined them."Chris, first I want to thank you for saving my bacon 16 months ago. That guy came out of nowhere. If you hadn't stopped him, he might've killed me and Sarah," said the man."Now, I remember you. You're that. . .’ ‘Ah, foisting me off on the hired help,’ Kincaid said. He was smiling and gave a dry little laugh, but Ada was fearful that he more than half meant he thought he was being insulted. ‘Well, we’ll have to . . .’ ‘You could take me up.’ Kincaid said. ‘Me? But I’m no hunter. I . . .’ ‘You are a painter, and you said yourself that you’ve already been to the timberline and captured the elk on your canvas. You know where to go. You could take me.’ There was nothing else to do. Kincaid had boxed. “If you give me your cell number, I’ll text you my email address and then you’ll have my number too.” A voice and an invitation too.“Good thinking,” I replied. “Thanks.” I gave her my number, and she punched it into her own phone and a minute later, I had a text message with her email address and her number showed up on my display.“What’s your name, Dude?” I assumed she meant me, even though I’d never been called "Dude" before.“Alex,” I answered. “My name’s Alex. Nice to meet you,. As we continued to move together Elaine started kissing me gently and I was in ecstasy. We slowly relaxed and stopped moving and she lay on top of me and I felt her breasts pressed against me.“Wow, that felt special, it’s not often that it happens together,” Elaine whispered.“Very special,” I replied.I moved to one side so that Elaine could lie next to me, facing me and still pressed against me. We kissed again, less passionately but even more sensuously with little kisses. When we finally.