..”And Rebecca had a ... I don’t know what to call it ... a curiosity about her, I guess. Some adventure too. She’d always been friendly with th...e Bighorn whores, but she started hanging out with them more between customers.Talking, giggling, getting her own education.“Flint.”“Yeah.”She whispered in my ear.I looked at her. Stared. “Really?”Naughty grin, “Really.” Her hand trailed down.The No-Name settlement was outside of the twelve north-south blocks that made up Little River. And that was fine. ”Natalia chuckled as she opened her front door and said, “I’m honored to be the first.”Ellen’s laugh echoed in the hall and as soon as the door clicked shut she replied seriously, “and you probably will be the last.”“How so?”She shivered and said as she was taking off her leather gloves, “None of my Uber clients are as nice as you are Natalia.”They stood in the small corridor looking at each other.Natalia walked into the living room as she broke the silence saying, “Make yourself at home Ellen.. And that poor dear is thoroughly deprived! He has nosexual desires at all!That night I looked at him closely as he watched his evening TVprograms -- not even occasionally basketball or whatever the sport inseason, but now -- God's truth -- old romantic movies! Chick flicks!His gaze was rapt and his chest heaved as some woman long deprived ofher lover ran toward some man returned from the wars and clung to him,and "The End" appeared over the clutching couple. His eyes glistened! His romantic. His rich blue eyes locked with mine as he found me staring. He was probably hoping that I would be an entertainment for the night, and I sure didn't want to disappoint. Yet how could I go about seducing him? Nervous energy ran through me as I dropped my coat to the floor, underneath I wore very little. A half cupped, red, lace bra held aloft my firm, cream globes while matching underwear covered my moistened heat. The garter I wore had black sequences tide into the silk stretch of fabric,.