Cheyenne was unknown and the group from Crow Ridge found it easy to make good bets when Eli gave them odds that others wouldn’t put up.“Marshal, y...ou seem to know that big Paint horse pretty good, the way you’re throwing money down on him.” A man said from behind him.Eli turned around to see one of the professional bookmakers looking at him with a broad smile.“You want some? Two to one odds on five hundred or less. Three to one up to a thousand. Name your limit from there.”“Put me down for three. James Haggerty, please come in as speedily as possible. A new factor has shown up which requires your immediate attention.On our way, Voice.That sounded downright scary! What could have happened so suddenly that Voice needed us back at the home cave before we had finished our patrol? Talk about shaking up the troops! It was scary to have a sudden change like this! We moved as fast as we could, short of running, to get back to the cave as fast as we could go.Back at the cave, we did not see the. What the heck is that?, she thought, utterly dumbfounded.The black man saw her looking at him, or rather at his crotch."How do I look?" Um. . . uh. . ." She was speechless."How about this way," he offered. The black man turned sideways, quickly but smoothly, the muscles rippling in his thick legs. She was not concentrating on his leg muscles. As the black man turned, the balloon pouch on the front of his green Speedo also turned to follow him, jiggling and bouncing obscenely. The pouch (is that. She knew that her friend was enjoying this. He had once talked about how he might like to watch someone be intimate. As she continued kissing Henry she felt a hand on her back. She turned around and saw her friend behind her. She looked back at her husband who looked a little unsure about what seemed to be happening but the look in her eye almost pleaded with him to allow it. He smiled at her and went back to kissing her. As they began to kiss again she felt kisses on her neck. It was amazing..