The man with the knife stepped up to her and ran his blade right up her ribcage, slicing the buttons from her blouse. It was next to go. The bra, whic...h I'd spent almost 20 pounds on just a few days earlier, suffered a rending tear across its middle between her bosoms, and was unceremoniously tossed on the heap of tattered clothing at her feet. He kicked the mass of cloth into a corner, and before I could say, "I say, chap, go easy on the Abercrombie & Fitch, you know?", her complete womanly. " Well Mr. McCall, you'd be doing me a service if you'd finish me off; or give me my pistol and I'll do it myself. Don't hanker laying around for several days in pain before the end."Red didn't like the man but he had to admire his courage to do what needed to be done. Even with a doctor Fogerty had no chance; gut shot men just didn't survive. He drew his pistol then handed Fogerty his gun and stood back; keeping a sharp eye on the outlaw. Fogerty nodded at Red, looked around for a few seconds. He still chose her over me. Better the devil you know, I concluded bitterly as I lurched into the living room on a cloud of vodka fumes.The television wavered before my eyes. I debated turning it on and watching some inane crap — but I couldn't find the remote. Flopping down on the sofa, I thought about where I had gone wrong.Was it when I replied to his text after nearly eighteen months? Or was it when I agreed to meet him again on the basis that I needed to see if I still had feelings for. Of course anyone with eyes in their head could see that the explosion of young men and quartets into the hobby, and the ever-present barbershop groupies, would lead to an undercurrent of sexuality that none of the old school would want to acknowledge. No one talked about it, but it was there.Eileen kissed her husband again and whispered in his ear just before the photographer lined the guys up for their official photo. She ran her fingers through his thinning auburn hair as well, and licked her.