I have been doing some more research on the subject, and this is the result of that research. At the time of this story, people did not use contractio...ns. For example, no one said "I'm," instead, they said "I am." Likewise "can't" was never used, instead they said "cannot." "Won't" was "will not." All in all, the language would have sounded very stilted to us in the 21st Century, but our language will probably be just as weird to people of 150 years from now.I got my start as a gunslinger sort. He shot me in the chest without even blinking or hesitating. The white on my chest must be the bandages. And the pain I felt. He shot me. I felt the bullet go deep in my chest. Marty Robbins. I remembered. But why was Lauren here? And why was she, especially she, not supposed to be here?A security guard opened the door, a stern look on his face. "Let's go, lady," he said, grabbing Lauren roughly by the arm, trying to pull her up out of the chair."No, no," she cried. "Don't make me leave. Carlos. I slipped them down your legs and you stepped out of them. You turned away from me, lifted your coat and skirt, then sat down squarely on my throbbing cock. I sank easily between your soft, wet lips and you immediately began to grind against me. You pulled your coat around you to hide my hands groping at your heaving tits. You leaned your head back on my shoulder as I fucked you. The rocking motion of the train provided even more motion for us. The crowd of people just a few feet away, ignored. ”“I’ll get there,” I responded. Even to me, it sounded unsure. “Your Mom was so right for me, honey. Makes it hard to really get into another relationship. I keep looking for Karen even though I know she was one of a kind.”“You loved her so much, Dad. That’s what I want when I eventually get into something lasting. Someone I can love even long after they’re gone,” Cathy said, sounding wistful.We hugged and then went on to talk about work, school, and anything but my love life.The next morning.