It started by him asking where I had been, that the bloke he sent to pick me up complained that I was not at the bus stop. That he drove around a whil...e before phoning my husband back to tell him the bad news. Of course, my husband had insisted I would be there, waiting.I finally got a word in edgeways and told him that a car did turn up and that the man inside did give me the password and that I thought it was his friend.It took a while before he started to laugh and I nervously joined him in a. His name is Carlos, and he speaks English with a refined Castillian accent, like Ricardo Montalban. I can tell he‘s well-educated and undoubtedly very wealthy. His cologne is absolutely heavenly. As he talks about places he’s been, I listen with rapt attention. I’m thinking this is the first and only time I’ve ever had an extended conversation with a male member of The Order in which his cock wasn’t buried deep inside me. It’s kind of nice, for a change. I know it won’t last, though --. The special thing was that M was neither pitied nor condescended her friend. She treated her like any other college friend. I know many of you may say, "Well, that's not nice; that's just the decent thing to do," but trust me, most females at my school were not so decent and M's conduct truly set her apart.M and I had kissed on the dance floor already and I certainly wanted to take her back to my apartment, but I wasn't sure if her devotion to her friend would stand in the way of us going back. The Marshall went back to the hotel.Theresa had told him she would be making him a special dinner tonight. He wondered if it involved the placement of her pretty ankles around his neck.The sound of the train whistle broke through the still morning air.Blackie stopped cleaning his guns and checked his watch. For the first time in a long while, the eastbound train was on time. This was the day the widow Primgrass was due to return to Tombstone.He pulled on his leather boots and spun both.