“Let’s get him on his horse; we’re going for a ride.” He growled.With the man sitting on his horse, his bloody arm hanging down to his side, t...hey mounted and led his horse toward the river.Just outside the small town of Tulsa, Little Eli pulled up.“Let’s get him off his horse.“Damn it, I can’t just kill him in cold blood!” Little Eli said.“Then let me,” Ezra said. “I’ll kill his sorry ass.”“No, Ezra. We’re not killing a man in cold blood. I promised Dad we wouldn’t,” Little Eli told his. My wife looked over at me, and I smiled back. She finished her drink, and told him how good he was making her feel. She then lifted her left foot up, and playfullly told him he shouldn't forget her other foot. Nicely and slowly, he undid that buckle, and slid her left heel off. He then grabbed onto both of her ankles to hold her feet together, and lifted them up right in front of his face so that he could closely stare at them. Looking over at me for approval, he asked, "Mind if I smell them?". She gave no thought to what went under them - well, except when she had had to start wearing a bra. But now, suddenly, she was thinking of her panties.Wearing them wasn't a modesty thing, not like it was for the girls elsewhere in the Project. There was enough nudity in Three Valleys that nobody ever worried about seeing someone nude; if you wanted to see someone nude you went to the pool with them. Panties had to have some other reason other than being a last ditch barrier between any prying. Our relationship was very friendly and we could talk about anything on earth excluding sex (which became part of our life later). That attitude was the only thing common with us.Except that, both of our characters were entirely different. I am a bit reserved kind of guy, talks less and become talkative only with selected friends, on the other hand she was very talkative and had a good rapport with almost everyone around her. This attitude of her’s, and her care, made me closer to her. I love.