Previously: Lacy was washing her hair and washing with her special soap. It felt wonderful.
Arturo had a roaring fire going and had laid out their bedrolls side by side in anticipation and hoped he had not over stepped his bounds. Stripping off his clothes he headed for the stream.
When he reached Lacy she smiled and told him to turn around. She lathered him up laughingly telling him he was going to smell like lavender.
Arturo did not care—he closed his eyes and just felt her hands on him. It was so sensual he never wanted it to stop. She washed him everywhere and finally turned him around and kissed him.
She said in a husky voice,“Lets test those bedrolls out.“
What happened will stay between them and the stars in the sky, but if they were church-going people they would have had a story to tell in confession. It was difficult for Ed Slater to remember his pact with Arturo: “Who knows if either one of us has a chance with Lacy, Arturo—but should she pick you—I will accept that, in our business, ‘compadres,’ are few and far between…” Continue reading