By then, the two puppies were well trained adolescents, and an asset to have around. There was no way an Indian was going to sneak up with 4 Great Dan...es to keep watch!The traveling party had 4 horses and a pack mule, so they were bound to be a tempting target for any Indian who spotted them. The Bar S Bar was well out of Mescalero territory, so they knew that they were in danger from Chiricahuas, Navajoes, and the occasional Comanche, but the presence of the dogs made up for the lack of humans. That first time he took me, I was young, only twenty. Bryden, my Bryden, his eyes so dark, had looked upon me that night, taking my hand to lead me before the musicians. Holding me close, he had squired me about the dance floor, whirling round and round until I was dizzy and breathless.But my father had disapproved of this man, so brazen in his attentions, had forbidden me to see him again. It was inquisitiveness that drew me out that first night. He stood below my window, his arms. “That makes me look like an old maid,” Otterly said.Her mother chimed in, “She’s right. It would make her look like an old maid.”Having figured out the name of this game, Sherry picked up another outfit, held it up, inspected it closely. It wasn’t a bad looking dress. At least, it covered all of the important parts. She tossed it aside.Her mother asked, “What’s the matter with that one?”With a look of disgust on her face, Sherry said, “I’d rather die than see her in that one.”“That’s my. She loves me completely. In her own way she loves you too. As long as I’m not losing her, I don’t mind.”Smiling up at me, Jessica said that there was no danger of me losing my wife to her or anyone else (a damned nice thing to hear from a third party). Then she stretched, running her hand from under her breast, down her belly, just missing her crotch, and over her skirt-clad thigh and said “That woman loves you, but damn is she good at fucking a girl!” With that we both broke into laughter..