He had never liked Jubal Hawkins and was glad to see him get what was coming to him. In celebration, the bartender gave us each a beer on the house!Th...ere was not much point in staying in Hopewell Springs, so we caught the next train headed north, but this time we rode as paying passengers. Jess did not care for guns, but he did see the light enough to stop by a gunsmith and purchase a derringer modified to fire a .410 shotgun shell. The range was only about 10-15 feet, but it was deadly at that. Yikes!Margo quickly took control of the situation and informed everyone in thesalon that the appointment was in fact for me, and that I will start witha 'facial.'The young receptionist teasingly asked if the facial was a male one for'Allen,' or a feminine one for 'Ally.'Margo announced in a rather loud voice again, that the facial would be afeminine one.Several of the other women clients looked at me as I sat down in thechair. One looked at me in disgust, one smiled, and the other, had a lookof. "No Rocky". He kept licking. "Rocky no" I said as I got off the sofa.To my surprise Rocky jumped off the sofa and stood in front of me barking. I turned to walk away and suddenlyRocky nipped at my foot and kept barking. My cock began to swell. I kept walking and suddenly Rocky jumped upon me knocking me to the floor. I tried to get up but Rocky bit me in the ass and got hold of my shorts tuggingon them. I kept trying to get away but it just allowed Rocky to pull my shorts down. He then nipped. He stood there, his jeans soaking wet, his black tee shirt clinging to him, mud covering his sneakers, those adorable brown curls wet and gleaming. His chocolate eyes were frightened, and they kept flicking over to his house, like a rabbit about to be caught by a fox. “Yeah, sure, come on in,” Seth answered, shutting the door behind them. “What’s wrong, Tim? Are you okay? You look awfully pale.” I feel like I’m going to be sick, he said to himself. But his mouth said, “I need to talk to both of.