I turned to my computer and opened up my RGP (Report Generator Program, for those of you who don’t remember COBOL) client. In a couple hours, I set ...up automated forms for the reports Phil, and the Home Office, demanded.I entered the RGP taskings into the system and saw that it was going to take a few hours to grind through the database. So there I was; it was 2:30 with nothing to do ‘til tomorrow. I looked out through my window and said to myself, screw it! If everyone else can take time away,. The trading post that had goods for sale to trappers and emigrants but the prices were 10 times greater than in St. Louis. I now was glad that we had brought more than twice the amount of gold that we thought we needed. I decided that I needed more weapons for our party as I was getting tired of trying to kill animals with my pistol.I was able to buy a Hawken Plains .54 rifle and another Peterson revolver with enough powder, shot and caps to last us until we got to Oregon, as well as the oxen. "Rick waved back in acknowledgement and then turned to grasp the hand of the woman at his side. They weaved their way over to the corner table where Mick Buller was sitting with what looked like a mineral water in front of him. "G'day Bull." Rick smiled, holding out his hand."Long time; no see, Twitch. I guess you got my e-mail then." The two old friends shook hands warmly, both genuinely happy to see the other."Nah, I just used my fuckin' radar and guessed you'd be here, you big goose."Smiling. “Are you ready for my big cock in your sopping cunt? I’m assuming it is sopping,” he added. She didn’t waste any time at all, she removed her mouth from him and clambering as gracefully as she could whilst brushing twigs from her knees, lifted up her dress and offered herself up to him, abandoning herself to the eyes of anyone who cared to watch. “Fuck my cunt nice and hard,” she said as he guided himself into her and thrust sharply causing her to let out a delighted yelp. “Fuck yeah! Just like.