“Is it all over?” he asked, looking into my eyes.“I think so,” I replied. “He’s gone.”Pete’s eyes began to scour my body as if looking... for evidence of the fornication that must have taken place. From my flushed face and chest and the aroma of sex that must have clung to me, this would not be hard to find.“Did you let him...” he began.“Fuck me?” I finished his question. “Yes Pete. He fucked me.”“Was it good?”“It was one of the best I’ve ever had, Pete. It was a good farewell fuck.”He winced then. What was she supposed to do now? Ngatto extended his hand. Reluctantly, Zoë folded it neatly and handed it to him; hoping wildly that she would be getting it back. The africans admired her long thin naked body, small pert breast and the slightest of thong panty. Her legs curved up from her high heeled boots to an hourglass waist; hips looking more like a 14-year old boy than a 40 year-old mother. Her skin had the sheen of fear; beading into microscopic droplets that covered her; giving her tan. It was really good, and really cheap. A big plate of enchiladas and beans left me full, and ready for a stroll around town.It was dark by this time, and I simply wandered up and down the dusty streets trying to work off that full feeling. I ignored the saloons. The three that I saw, looked not worth the effort, since I wasn’t much of a drinker, couldn’t stand the taste of beer, and the scotch I had back at the RV was certainly going to be better than what was available in a raw 1850 frontier. She finished with work and home she went. When she stepped into her house, she looked around and noticed that almost all the traces of Korie were gone. Too tired to cook she ordered out, took her much needed shower, and as soon as she was done sleep came and took over. She woke up herself up from her moans, her body sweaty and hot and breathing hard as if she ran a 5k in an hour. She lay back down to relax her body and closed her eyes to go back to sleep but sleep wouldn’t come. His face.