Ann and I had been together for about a year after hooking up at the El Matador bar in Prescott, Arizona. I was just out of the Army and traveled to Prescott to resume my forestry career with the Forest Service. I had never been in anyplace long enough to settle in since my earlier jobs required a lot of traveling. That changed in a hurry once I started hanging out with the wild group from my office. We usually hit the bar scene on Whisky Row right after work and often closed the bars down. Prescott was a real cowboy town and it wasn’t long before I started getting hit on by the local "goat ropers" who partied just as hard as we did. Ann was short, loud, and about as sexy as any girl around. She wore her jeans tight and filled out her blouse with a set of boobs that made the guys take a second look. All of the regulars knew her and the girls she hung out with, and it wasnt long before she started flirting with me. Now, I wasn’t a cowboy, but I did have a nice apartment, a pick-up truck, and a steady job – plus I must have had that innocent look that comes from guys that just hadn’t been around as much as some of the other locals.
It wasn’t long before she took me for a ride in her Mustang and we ended up at my place for the night. I’... Læs hele novellen
