Can we please ... can we please just let me finish my time as your girlfriend on a positive note? I’ll be your slut, your sex slave, all day long. I... swear it. Hell, I can be that all week long, if it helps. I don’t have my next shoot for another week, yes, starting next Sunday. So, how about it? One more week, at least, as your girlfriend, assuming that you can find me a new boyfriend in that time? If not, I can always be between boyfriends for a little bit, I guess,” Felicia begged me, kissing. I held it up in front of her face for a few seconds. Then keeping my eyes on hers, I slowly lowered my hand until it was out of sight. Below the table. She continued to look back at me in complete bewilderment for several seconds. I could tell when she got it because she suddenly began breathing quickly through her mouth. I waited. This time there was no argument, silent or otherwise. She was sitting with her back to the rest of the room, and first she looked carefully around her. Serving time. I saw him standing in the alley. I know it is my prejudices speaking, but I just am less than comfortable around men who have tattoos covering their entire bodies from the chin down, especially ones who weigh two hundred and fifty pounds and wear leather vests with no shirt. Like any other woman, I pretended to ignore his existence and made for my car in the lot. I felt myself willing him away. After all, what interest would he have in a person like me, a late-forties, frumpy old lady? But it. ******Elam Hunnicut raced out of the building and into the darkened street beyond, he spat blood as he touched the wound on his lip. The large man swung open the saloon doors and let fly a string of profanities behind the racing youth.Behind a large rain barrel the young boy hid, staying put until the large bartender retreated into the saloon he tended. With a huge sigh of relief, the young boy sat in silence, his heart pounding in his ears. It was getting too dangerous in this town, he would.