We sat around the dinner table for hours after dinner and the problems of the world were solved. Lots of Trump discussions as always which is fun, as ...long as everyone has a sense of humor. One conversation that came up later in the evening was the definition of sexuality. Three people at the table identify as being homosexual, the two Denver guys and Kip. It is public knowledge that I am bisexual, Kip’s sister said that she is bisexual and she volunteered that her new squeeze (boyfriend). Everyone was talking to each other about their successful business or their travels around the world. Jack found the subjects interesting but they also filled him with shame. He simply ran the local convince store on his street so he didnt want to talk about his professional life and even worse when people would ask about his dead wife. Finally he couldnt take any more questions and he went outside for some air. Jack sat on the bottom of the steps silently sobbing over his wife and the fact. I spot my bell boy in the parking lot, waiting nervously in the shade of a large oak tree on the side most distant from the entrance. He looks quite a bit younger than I remember, now he’s in cargo shorts and a t-shirt rather than his hotel uniform. I consider turning around, but decide that between the texts confirming he’s 18 and the fact that I’m female the chances of any serious trouble are slim. Besides, I can think of a few rather inventive ways to make sure he keeps quiet. I pull up to. Aside from passengers, they carried food and other supplies for the miners to buy, and supplies for our interests there, returning with loads of gold and silver. Aside from food and mining supplies, the best seller was still our moonshine and beer. Emma laughed when she explained that we refused to carry freight for competitors. Mercantile stores other than ours still had to get their supplies via wagon trains.Mr. Berg swore that it was a sacrilege to drink our whiskey before it could age. He.