Or where she had stabbed them. I rubbed the bandaid through my shirt. Rum. It was alcohol. It would kill germs. Fuck you, demon.The last thing I need...ed now was having a bottle of that shit in my hands.My cell phone buzzed. Thad wasn’t going to leave me alone. If he had work for me, it was because he was in debt to someone. And that meant that he was going to try and call in debts from me. I didn’t owe him a goddamn thing. I didn’t owe anyone a goddamned thing. And that’s how I lived my life.I. All her body hair was shaved off, and the sight of that cute vertical slit was always enough to block out any other thought I might have in my mind. I loved the brushing of her honey-blonde hair on my shoulders or belly, the enthusiastic vulgarity of her couplings.She loved to be on top, and I can remember clearly some of our conversations – usually rather one-sided – as she humped her always liquid and ripplingly snug "womanliness" all around and up and down my incredibly vertical, uh,. I was so aroused that I was dribbling a large amount of precum and as I pulled out of her mouth a drop escaped from my pisshole and dropped down to form a gleaming strand between my cockhead and her chin.The sight was so pleasing that I started to "paint" her face with my cock - rubbing my glans across her cheeks until her face was covered in glistening streaks of slime. I even matted her plucked eyebrows with it. One hand was directing my cock while the other held the camera to get the scene. You’re learning fast and you make good decisions even faster. Those men would have killed all of you, took your horses, money and cattle – had you given them the chance ... or even hesitated,” Mr. Charlie told me when I sat down to tell him how we come to have fifteen hundred and forty-one head of cattle in less than a week.I had just told him about the Mexicans wanting the cattle to drive back across the border into Mexico. Then I took the time to explain about my commitment to Mr. Merle.