OOC: Yeesh, didn't realize this much time passed since you last posted. My fault, lost track of it. Actually sadly I do that enough in my other games at times too. Maybe it's time to keep a notebook and list all the posts I need to reply to.
IC: Brendan did a fine job of it whether he realized it or not. His touch, his lips all over her breasts, his nipple play - it was wonderful and Caroline sighed contentedly while she let him go to town. Her nipples became firm nubs and she was wet. So of course it only seemed fair for her to keep to her implied promise. Soon enough she was doing her very best with her mouth ministering to his already aroused member. Now this was something she was hardly an expert at, only her second time ever really. But she was not lacking enthusiasm and truth was it didn't take much to turn on this lover.
With both of them in such a state of arousal, it was inevitable they moved on to the act itself. Caroline spread her legs and let him get on top. Soon they were both rocking the mattress springs with their lust. Caroline moaned and what few words escaped her mouth were only to urge him on, "Yes! Harder! Yes!"
It all felt so damned good, if only it could last forever.
ooc: If you want to take it to 'fade to black', OK with me. :)
"Would you care to sit?" he followed up with and pointed to a stuffed chair near the wall. "Perhaps you can introduce yourself?"
"Uh?" queried Patty. Oh! Of course! Although she was the brains behind the concern that running the sutler business supplying food and grog to the miners at Priest's mine, she'd never actually met the feller and only knew him from afar.
"I'm Patty Patterson Forde, Florence's mother" she said coolly. in her own way, the dumpy little woman was as formidable as Jim Henry. "But I'm not here about her. I'm here about another girl. This girl was shot in cold blood by Barnabas Pike. Emmaline Pike shot her brother dead, too, from what I've heard. Apparently the boy deserved it, but the girl was doing nothing more than trespassing on the Pike range. I want you to help the girl." She didn't give her reasons for wanting to help this unknown person, but it was clear that she had no love for Pronto and his family.
"You know, this Pike feller thinks because he's a town deputy, he's above the law. I reckon he needs bringing down a peg or two."
"Yeah, reckon you could see it." He seemed genuinely interested and appreciative, and although she was still a bit uneasy, she'd take that step.
"I try' stay outta view," she murmured, looking down at the boardwalk. "Prefer not ta be seen, easier that way." Sighing, she shrugged. It was hard to get past a lifetime of fear and hiding, although Mr. McVey was doing a fine job of pushing her forward. And there were others, Mr. Wentworth, Miss Addy, Sarah...plenty of people who were kind and patient with her. It was still hard to let her shields down, and jerks like Cecil and his pals didn't help.
"Here's others..." She flipped through more pages and showed him sketches of landscapes, horses, cats, dogs. "This is somethin' I can do good, an' I like doin' it." There was the flash of a grin. "Can draw about anythin' without no one seein' ya, or knowin' yer there. What was that you were wearin' that day? Not even a New York fancy folks wear that sorta thing, do they?"
"I need to see you, Priest!..." she barked as a little, plump, older version of Hiram's secretary bustled along the corridor toward him "... in a legal capacity!"
The woman put Hiram in mind of the engine pulling the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad cars; everything but the belching smoke.
She barged past him into the office and like the awful Jim Henry, sniffed at the acrid odor of sex, sweat and shame, and came to the same conclusion. She had more important business at hand than her daughter's honor, however. She didn't mind Flo doing Priest's accounts, but if it led to multiplication problems, well, that was the girl's own lookout.
"Did you hear what happened at the Pike place?" she asked. Patty Snr. was always straight to the point.
"Should I have?" Hirman asked the bold woman. "I'm not the publisher of the newspaper." Priest was not used to being hammered away at like a petty thief on the witness stand.
"Would you care to sit?" he followed up with and pointed to a stuffed chair near the wall. "Perhaps you can introduce yourself?"
Shintaro had suspected Tully had been working on his portrait when the group of miners started to harass her. He found their actions very bad manners not to mention disrespectful. Even in Japan harassing women was considered bad manners even if they were of a lower class. There were places men could go for feminine attention if desired, even for those who didn't have much money. Forcing oneself upon a woman wasn't acceptable either, even among married couples. then again Japanese women would do their duty to their husband, at least till a male heir was born. But Japan did have it's thugs and dishonourable sorts just as America did and Shintaro definitely intended to stop any such men now that he was a peace keeper in America just as he had been in Japan.
"You shouldn't dishonour yourself with men like Cecil just to avoid confrontation," Shintaro responded. It was easy for him to say such things, he was a trained samurai and could defend himself from thugs, but Miss Navada was a woman and lacked his skills even in unarmed combat. "If they or any like them ever bother you again, let me or any of the other law enforcement officers know and they will be dealt with."
Shintaro considered his next idea for a moment then decided there was no harm in offering. "If you like I can teach you how to defend yourself, especially if somebody tries to grab your arm like Cecil had done to you the other day."
"I'm honoured you wanted to do a portrait of me, finish it whenever you can, I very much would like to see it again once completed," Shintaro added, not wanting her to think he hadn't heard her comment.
I know I'm the Late Mrs Adams, but am I too late to join this discussion?
Yours from Heaven,
Sally Adams, Mrs.
Sis was too busy stuffing her face with cookies to answer at first but eventually, speaking with her mouth full, grunted: "Clem, cept in the circus he was called 'The Human Cockroach'" then, after chewing and swallowing the remaining chud, the giantess added "Dunno when we was borned, just Ma onct said the war was just started and Daddy was a 'Spress rider, and he roded off an' never come back to us... but one day he might. Ma said he probably was a good feller but never even knowed we was borned so din comeback to look after us."
She went to reach for another snickerdoodle but suddenly turned a pale green sort of colour and muttered urgently "I think I gonna be sick!"
Luckily, there was a handy china bowl under the bed which served to catch the unfortunate flow from her mouth: the inevitable result of eating on top of the laudanum that the doctor had been giving her.
"Oh...I..." Well, she hadn't intended for anyone to see that, nor most of her other drawings, for no good reason except that she was afraid of criticism, and the process of drawing was very personal to her, something no one could take from her.
"That's what I was workin' on when Cecil an' his friends..." she shrugged. "Maybe now they'll just leave me alone. I didn't never do nothin' ta them, but I reckon it's easy if I don't fight back." That was a truth of life she'd learned a long time ago...if there was no immediate physical threat, sometimes it was easier to be quiet and compliant.
"Was gonna finish th' colors an' such, but didn't get th' chance. Hope ya don't mind, I don't mean nothin' by it."
"Here you go." Emeline handed the young woman two of the cookies, then held some to Angie. "Dinner is soon, so don't spoil it, but we all deserve a treat sometimes, right?"
She managed a smile, thinking that the girl seemed so lost and frail laying in the bed.
"Can I ask you something? One of the hands is going to carve a memorial for...your brother." It was a hard topic, for both of them, she was sure, but it had to be asked. "What was his name? And do you know his birthday?"