" Yep," I said."Think I'll invite my old woman to watch, too," he said."Owen, you old dog, you!"He walked away he-heing.Loni and I were on the way to ...Sams Gallery of Fine Art for our private show. Well, not completely private. The gallery would be open to the public, but Sams had made arrangements for me to meet two of the artists. Loni's new driver, Winston Barrows, was behind the wheel of the used armored car that had been delivered that morning. Greg was riding shotgun.I'm sorry, Loni. I. It curved down to a little valley, and looking across at the other side of the valley, I was amazed to see the house set on a plateau, looking as if it had been transplanted in miniature form from rural England. I stopped the car to take in this strange sight, a bit of England set in the Australian High Country bush! Starting off again I drove up to the house, parking my car on the drive before the front door. I went up to the door and pulled on the old-fashioned bell handle. There was a. It happened to be on the Saturday night that I would be staying over so I decided to go to it and have some fun. The weekend before, I was at home and packed a few props for my costume. Living in the west and especially in a city that was famous for its yearly rodeo, I already had all I needed. On the evening of the party, I dressed in my cowboy boots, tight denims, denim shirt, I tied a bandana around my neck and donned my black cowboy hat. I was going for the early Clint Eastwood look and at. We didn’t try to stop you from leaving after you got upset.’ ‘He took my hand and rubbed it on his dick, you mean,’ Amanda shot back. A passing couple glanced back at her outburst. ‘And I shouldn’t have been in there in the first place.’ ‘You weren’t that drunk,’ Mark said. ‘And I thought you knew what was up. You said you had a lot of fantasies about groups of men…’ He lowered his voice. ‘…using you.’ ‘I have fantasies, Mark!’ she said. ‘And if we ever explored those fantasies, I’d want to.