I had gotten a piece of canvas to make up a tent using the wagon as the main portion, so we set that up and washed up and fixed supper.It was still da...ylight and I wanted to teach Naomi to shoot. She had said that she could shoot a rifle. She didn't lie. She was a fine shot with a rifle, and an adequate shot with a pistol. I told her the second revolver was to be her main pistol, so she made up a belt and holster for her slim waist, so the gun rode in her lap.During supper she mentioned that she. Standing there the water came halfway up his chest and just to her nipples he noticed. She stopped just short of him and standing flicked the water back from her red hair and looked up at him laughing. Rivulets of water ran down from her neck to between her breasts, making Larry wish he could reach out and lick them off with his tongue. Even though the water was warm, her nipples pushed against the silk of her bra. Just then Fran sort of tripped over a river rock and fell straight into his. "Who'd have believed we'd last so long?" Whatever made you think we wouldn't?" laughed Molly who hoped that her tone would disguise any anxiety that accompanied her words. What did Mark know that he'd never let on before? Or was he a less virtuous husband than she thought?"Oh, I don't know," said Mark. "You know: unemployment, shitty jobs, and all that sort of stuff. You must have got bored out of your skull when you were unemployed in Greenfields. I've heard that plenty of relationships fall. It never happens to a Nicaraguan refugee.”“I can’t promise you a Hollywood ending, Consuela, but I can promise you that your life will be a helluva lot easier and less stressful in every materialistic sense of those terms. I can promise you that your pretty ass won’t be on the streets anymore. Ever again. I will make damn sure of that if it’s the last thing that I do. That’s a fucking promise, an oath, okay?” I leveled with sweet Consuela and she got this look in her eye that was tough to pin.