The tape then changed to Mary and Deb changing into swim suits. I got my first good look at Mary's young tits. They were crowned with small nipples ab...out the size of a dime. She held them up and squeezed them together as she looked into the mirror. Deb gave her a nasty look, obviously comparing her small mounds with her younger sister's large firm ones. Deb's nipples were a dark pink color and seemed as if they stood out from her breasts as much as her breasts stood out from her chest. As Mary. "Silence."Because, you know," Angique carried on, undisturbed. "This place has been my watering hole for years, and I am not at all sure that I am happy with this bunch coming over. You see, this has always been a place where women with a certain, let's say lifestyle felt that they were save and could be themselves. A free haven, as it were. And right now I don't think the batch of girls you came with agrees with that. I think they despise me and every evil thing they assume I stand. I will.”Clint took the man’s pistol and studied it. It was a .32-40 Colt that had seen much better days. Clint even wondered if it would fire. He still flipped the loading cover open and extracted all the shells. Even they looked old, and neither man doubted that they would misfire 3 times out of 5. At least the fellow had sense enough to keep that one cylinder empty for safe carrying.Clint tossed the revolver onto a sack nearby and holstered his own weapon. “Look and learn.” Clint said. Cleaning doesn’t help. Much. I am no nurse though the shower, as such, is my hospital. Perhaps I should let them be. Scars heal over when left alone. Sometimes vanish like old friends or the garbage left by the curb on Tuesday night. I caress my scars. Dream about him next to me. Feel him in the night tending them. Believe that he’s there. Then there’s light and the shower is still running. I leave it on even though the water bill is too high to pay. I like the sound of the water rushing over.