”“I don’t have to go to Helena?”“Payouts less than $600 can collect from any store that sells Monster Millions tickets.”“I didn’t know... that.”The clerk counted out $500 into my hand. “One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, five hundred. There ya go ... Five hundred dollars.”“Can I get change?”“Sure. 20,40,60,80, 90, 95, and five ones.”We traded.“Where’s your betting slips?”“Gonna try again?”“Voices in my head.”She laughed and handed me a selection ticket.I looked at the ceiling,. No having to slip out at dawn to get ready for a cuck’s luncheon to keep up appearances. Even if Michelle broke up with the cuckold, he had to be stolen away. Valerie was always his. The feeling couldn’t be explained, it was just a sense of emotional balance that made him happier cementing a future with Valerie as his number one woman, number one bitch.“I want you to fuck me like a negress should be fucked, Massa,” she purred, stroking his face gently. “I know you wanted to be romantic but I. "The rest of the morning was spent sitting around talking. The two women tried to do what they could for Jess, but he died before noon; he had just lost too much blood. His body was laid out in the back of the fort and everybody tried to ignore it.At one point, they saw a couple of the Mexicans sneak up to the coach and look around, but they did nothing to provoke an attack from the bandits. The Mexicans practically demolished the inside of the coach and the boot, looking for loot. After about. “Well, as comfortable as this couch is...” she said, looking around the room, “why don't we go to my room.” She pushed up on her elbows and the little distance between us made me sigh. I wanted to melt into her. She looked into my eyes and then in that little sing-song ultra feminine voice she whispered, “I would really...I mean, I want to be the one to, you know, like to be the one to take your cherry – if you would let me.” I don't know why, but I just never thought about this. I had always,.