She arrived after midnight...entering the pub with her long curly hair. Everyone turned around except me. No way was I looking at this dame again. She broke my heart once and I aint havin' that again. I could hear the murmur of the patrons as she downed shot after shot of tequila.
I awoke from what seemed like a nap. Although I don't recall naps invlolving ropes. My wrists ached and pulsated. These two dames were sitting in front of me. As sex crazed as I was, I had to shut my eyes and resist their temptation. Blood began to pour down my forehead. I was injured. Who are these girls and what do they want with me?
I was about to find out.
Abigail and Misty. Two of the finest librarians in the West.
She looked at me and smiled....as if she enjoyed knocking me down with the butt of her rifle. This girl was strong and confident. I've never seen concentration like she had....so focused and clear. Will we ever survive this dry desert together? I sure hope so.