They seemed to bore into her soul, to see the romantic heart that beat beneath her plain-jane personality. Without consciously thinking about it, her ...right hand slid under the waistband of her sweatpants, into her cotton panties. She ran a finger through her labia and groaned softly at the liquid fire she encountered. Jane did not often masturbate, an attitude that went back to her mother’s starchy religious beliefs. She had drummed into Jane’s head that such a practice was sinful, but Jane had. “You’re nice. Why are you doing this? I’m supposed to be training, right?” She finally said. I did her hair up in pig tails before answering her. “Drink this, “I said, handing her a fruit drink with vitamins and a soporific in it. She downed the glass. “banshee, J called me because he messed up.” “How?” “He isn’t following his training regimen with you. He hurt you too much too soon,” I explained. “I don’t understand,” she said. “Look, darling,” I kissed her pouting lips. They were too much to. The moon wasn't up. All Lou had was star light. As he walked, his mouth set to watering over the steak he'd left on his plate back in Tehachapi. He'd hoped for a warm bed too. Lou chuckled, wishes ain't horses either. Least he'd found his sense of humor again.But his good spirits were short lived. Approaching the opening of the canyon, Lou swore. The leader of this bunch was smarter than he'd figured on. The sheriff had four men stationed right at the entrance to the canyon. They had a big fire. He kissed her ear and moved up to her mouth and tasted her. She pushed him back apologetic, "Oh Rob, I did not expect you back yet, sorry I am dirty, did garden work and I am sweaty and spilled some margarita on me and ... and ... and", she kept going on making excuses like her old self, possible the effect of the margarita had already worn off he though."Oh dear, never mind that" Rob said, "You smell absolutely wonderful, did not know your sweat could be so lovely or is it the margarita that I.