"A great short read. 4 Angels!"
Moonluster,
Fallen Angel Reviews
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"Will you take your dress off?" He'd never seen a woman naked all over. The few times he'd had a woman before now had been quick, purely gettin' his ballocks off with whatever whore was available. Sometimes he'd dreamed of having a woman all his own, one who'd care for him. One who wouldn't see him as just another dollar earned.
"If you'll take your clothes off." Even in the shadowy light here in the corner, he could see how pink her face was.
He hesitated, then rolled to the side and sat on the edge of the bed. Behind him, he could hear her breathing, open-mouthed and a little bit fast, like she'd run a ways.
Or was scairt shitless.
Shirt, neckerchief, and vest got hung on the short bedpost. He toed his boots off, wondering if she'd noticed he'd no socks. His last pair had finally wore out, a month back. When he stood to undo his britches, he realized that he was still wearin' his gun. Sure proof he'd not had his wits about him ever since he'd seen her skirt blow up. He could almost hear his ma saying, "No guns in the house. It ain't civilized."
He unbuckled and laid the belt on the floor within easy reach.
"Can you turn around?"
The husky words almost made him grab for his shirt. They sounded so...well, if a cornered rabbit could talk, that's what it would sound like. He turned. "You want to watch me take my britches off?"
"I've never seen a man without his britches."
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