The woman continued to cry while I reloaded my weapons. When that was done, I moved from my horse to the buckboard and tried to comfort the woman. She... was not in hysterics, but was crying over the death of the man and the relief at her rescue. I tried to comfort her, but I still followed Nathan's advice and kept an eye out for the return of the Comanches.It was a damned good thing that I did, too, because shortly afterward, a gang of about 20 Comanches showed up, and they acted somewhat put out. But Ashton was never really a girly girl she wore jeans and t-shirtsnever wore makeup and it was a very rare occasion to see anything on herbut very baggy clothes. She had her own way of dealing with life and shewas a loner. My life with Jessica was not perfect but it was our life shortly after wemoved in together I got laid off from my job at the Dot com I worked for.So money became quite tight we lived off of Jessica's wages but that wasvery tight living. It was rough times but it was also. You have to believe me, sir!? This was horrible, and I felt a shiver running through me. I’d never been in trouble before. I had perfect grades and had just turned eighteen. I was about to graduate. This could mess up my admission to Yale.?We’ll see about that,? Mr. Fischer said. ?The police are busy right now, but they’ve instructed me to search you. I suggest you comply.??Yes, of course. My purse is in the employee room.??Never mind your purse for now,? he said, then returned to his phone. So, me and my slut called the bathroom and our friends got the couch. Cramming the two of us into that tiny room was a pathetic excuse... but it was our best bet. My family would be home soon, and if we were in the bathroom we had a locked door.Hearing our friends getting into it, we ourselves start to grope and grind against each other. Slipping each others clothes off, I slip a hand over her mound and another around her throat. Pushing her up against the wall, I rub my middle finger into her.