Going to dinner

Snake bent over, hiked up his pants, and buttoned them fast. He picked up his gunbelt and headed for the door. "I'll be back, honey," he gave the cum-covered Swedish whore a knowing smile.

He met the Marshall on the stairs and, as they decended, he fastened his gunbelt. "So, young man, you learning about our town?"

"Sure am, Marshall. I'm really enjoying your hospitality."

"You remember, boy, not everyone is as friendly to the law as the ladies in this house." The two lawmen made their good-byes to Red and heading back down the street.

The Marshall completed his tour of the town for the young deputy about twenty minutes later. Snake make careful observation of the potential dangers and ambush spots near alleys and stables. Their tour ended in front of a fine house with a white picket fence.

"This is Mayor Reilly's house. He wants to meet the man who saved his only child from harm. The Mayor is a powerful man in this territory; he'll be Governor soon. He's a good man to have like you."

The Marshall led Snake around the house. In the sheltered back yard there was an outhouse and washstand. "We can wash up here," the Marshall rolled up his sleeves, "we've been invited to dinner."

As the two men washed, the Marshall shared more information about the Mayor. "After dinner, we'll walk the town again. It's very different after dark. I'll introduce you to our other deputy then."

Snake followed the Marshall to the back door. Before he could knock, Miss Reilly, the Mayor's daughter, swung open the door and greeted the two men. Snake had a hard time keeping from staring - she was wearing a white, lace dress that flattered her fine figure and shapely breasts.