Summary:  It’s time for Adam to introduce Little Joe to the… um… fine art of negotiating.  And at least for the night, what better way to forget that Pa is probably going to ‘kill him’ when he finds out the whole truth.  Written for the Bonanza Brand 10th Anniversary, Ranch House R Forum ‘Dirty Words’ Challenge.  If sexually explicit scenes offend you, please do not continue to the story.

Rating: R   (5,095 words)

Negotiation Series:

Lessons in the Art of Negotiations
The Ophelia Theatre Presents

The inspiration for this story began with the September 2016 Pinecone Challenge — “She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree.” — which doesn’t allow R works.   And by the time I finished my second draft for the Ranch House R challenge, my muse revealed a tie to one of the episodes.

Lessons in the Art of Negotiations 

Prologue:

“She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree,” Joe read, his eyes moving rapidly back and forth across the page.

“And just who might you be talking about, Shortshanks?” Hoss stepped to the deck, pausing behind Joe.

Hastily answering, “No one!”  Mortified that he had spoken out loud, he turned a few pages in his book.

Reaching over his brother’s shoulder, Hoss snatched the book, pulling out the pamphlet his little brother was attempting to hide. “Thought as much.” Holding the pages high, he began to walk to the barn.

“Give that back!” Joe jumped up, launching himself to retrieve his possessions. Storming into the house and slamming the door behind him, he slipped the pamphlet back into the book.

Unable to stop himself, Hoss laughed his way across the yard. “Hey Adam?” He turned serious.

“Just… a… minute,” a loud thud followed Adam’s words. Bits of hay rained between the wooden slats in the loft. “You finally come to help?”

“Oh, not really,” Hoss looked out the open double doors.

“Not really, then why are you in here interrupting me? You know Pa wants the last of this hay restacked to make room for what we’re putting up next weekend.”

“Yeah, I know. But we got bigger problems.” Looking up, Hoss climbed the ladder. Picking up two bales by their strings, he carried one in each hand over and handed them to Adam to place and stack along the far wall.

“So, what’s the problem?” Adam grunted as he positioned the hay.

“You remember Miss Lilah Jean?”

“Lilah Jean?” Concentration creased his forehead. “Don’t remember any Lilah Jean. Where’d you meet her?”

“We didn’t exactly – uh – meet her.” Hoss tossed a bale of hay.

“Then who is she?” Adam faced his brother, hands on hips. His unbuttoned and untucked shirt revealed a sweat drenched chest .

“It’s Joe.” Hoss gulped, his face blushed as usual when thinking of the opposite sex.

“Then Joe knows Lilah Jean?”

“Oh Adam, I sure hope not.”

Pulling a bandana from his pocket, Adam sat down and wiped his brow. “Hoss, it’s too hot and you’re not making any sense.”

Plopping down next to his brother, he removed his hat and mimicked Adam.

“You remember, it weren’t long after you come home from college, and you found me out by Widder’s Creek, fishing?”

Smiling, Adam nodded at the memories. “I seem to remember finding you there quite frequently. So, what about it?”

“I weren’t there fishing,” Hoss whispered. “Adam, Pa’s had the talk with Little Joe, ain’t he?”

Turning, the eldest Cartwright son stared at his brother, “He’s…”

“Seventeen.”

Shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, “You’re not suggesting…”

“Adam, I found him reading The Wild Adventures of Lilah Jean, he was hidin’ it in another book.  You gotta do somethin’.  Either you do it, or so help me, one of them gals in Virginia City is gonna do it to him.  You know they been lookin’ ta pounce on him like a cougar on its prey.”

“Pa’s going to kill me.”

Lessons in the Art of Negotiations

Under a blanket of stars, Joe Cartwright lay stretched out, fingers interlaced, hands behind his head, dreams teasing of his time with Lilah May.   On the other side of the fire, his eldest brother slept, his own dreams returning to the night before, and the arms and body of the one and only Minuet.

*****

Ben Cartwright had finally agreed with Adam that it would be a good idea for Little Joe to learn the fine art of negotiating a cattle contract, which would in turn eventually set well when it came time for him to understand the complexities of bidding on a lumber contract.  Traveling to San Francisco, Joe accompanied his brother to the meetings and sat aside from the principles.  After their suppers, while enjoying the atmosphere of the various restaurants, the brothers would discuss the issues Little Joe had jotted down in his notebook.

As the days neared the end of the week, never had Joe imagined that their conversations would turn to that subject, nor had he dreamed he would end up where they had.

Once their father had declared Joe of age to enter a saloon, the two older brothers had enjoyed accompanying their youngest on numerous occasions.  But never did they venture upstairs when Joe was with them.

After their middle brother’s urging, Adam decided to take his youngest brother to visit a Gentlemen’s Club and to introduce him to the world of sexual pleasure.

The evening air hung thick as the fog rolled in over the bay.  Having enjoyed their meal in the hotel dining room, the brothers walked several blocks, neither in a hurry to reach their destination.  Conversation bantered between the two as they anticipated taking in a show at one of the more upscale gentlemen clubs.  Joe’s excitement surged as they entered the establishment whose marquee sign bore the image of a scantily dressed nymph in a seductive pose.

“Remember,” Adam whispered to Little Joe while acknowledging the maître d’ and holding up two fingers, “Not one word.  If Pa finds out he’s going to kill me, and then I’m going to kill you.”

Being shown to a table near the front of the stage, Adam ordered a round of beers and waited for the show to begin.  When the lights dimmed, the curtains rose.  Joe appreciated the colorful, snug-fitting, short-skirted costumes the dancers wore.  His eyes widened at seeing their frilly unmentionables revealed when they kicked up their shapely legs as high as they could during their CanCan dance.  Joe’s mouth gaped open when the women began kicking backwards, their upper bodies leaning forward revealing pale mounds of jiggling flesh visible above their very low-cut necklines.

*****

At the end of the show, green-eyed, honey-blonde Lilah May presented the brothers with their next round of drinks.  Smiling, she recognized the youngest’s discomfort, evident by the slight sheen of perspiration beading his brow and his shifting in the chair.

‘Minuet told me they would be here tonight, said Adam wanted his little brother introduced to the finer arts.  And I agreed.  But he’s just a boy on the cusp of manhood.’

At twenty-one, Lilah May didn’t think she was too old to introduce Joe to what went on upstairs.  She wondered if she would be able to enjoy the night or would be relegated to the role of allowing a first timer to flounder with his inexperience.  ‘Oh well, hopefully I can teach him to be as good in bed as Minuet claims his brother is for her.’

Retreating to the bar, she noticed Adam eyeing the brunette Minuet as she made her way across the room, to where the two Cartwrights enjoyed their beers.  His full attention focused on her hips slowly sashaying left and right.  Lilah May waited to be beckoned.

Appreciatively, Minuet smiled at Adam’s choice of clothing, his new dark suit enhanced his personality.  Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, she whispered, “Looks like you could use some relaxation and a little pleasure.  Maybe all three of us should head upstairs?”

“Minuet, you tease.  You know I don’t go for that.  As I told you last I was in town, this is my little brother…”

“Hello Joe.  I hope you’re enjoying your first visit to the Gilded Lily.” Minuet addressed the younger brother whose only response was a nod.

Adam’s thoughts returned to the conversation he’d had with Hoss the previous month.

“Adam, Pa’s had the talk with Little Joe, ain’t he?”   Hoss had said.  “Adam, I found him readin’ The Wild Adventures of Lilah Jean, he was hidin’ it in another book.  You gotta do somethin’.  Either you do it, or so help me, one of them gals in Virginia City is gonna do it to him.  You know they been lookin’ ta pounce on him like a cougar on its prey.”

 “Pa’s going to kill me.”

Adam raised his mug to hide his grimace turned smile when Minuet shifted on his lap.

Disappointed losing out on a night with both the brothers, Minuethe knew that Adam Cartwright would never leave her disappointed when he was in town, and in her bed.  “As you asked, I’ve already made arrangements with Lilah May.  She’ll teach the boy well.  She served your beers tonight.”

“She understands?” Adam left the remainder of his question unspoken.

Nodding, Minuet answered, “She understands you’d like for your little brother to become Big Joe.”  Sliding from Adam’s lap she returned to the bar.

*****

Lilah May heard Minuet tell the bartender they would taking the two men upstairs for the rest of the night.  She watched the two brothers leaning towards each other.  The older man’s hands fidgeted with the brim of the hat he’d set to the side while the youth grabbed hold of his empty beer mug, eyes widened, his face hinted at a blush as he listened intently to what his brother had to say.

As Adam removed his string tie, so did Joe.  Together the two hostesses led the Cartwright brothers to the third floor, and to separate rooms.

*****

In the first room, Adam tossed his hat to the settee where he and Minuet had enjoyed many spirited debates during his frequent visits to the town by the bay.  On those nights, Adam arrived early and they proceeded directly to her room to await their private dinner.  Having already eaten, Adam yearned for dessert. Reaching out, he pulled the madam close, his mouth covering hers, his tongue demanding entrance.  Holding her close with one of his hands holding both of her wrists behind her back, his other hand deftly worked the buttons down the front of her green satin gown.  Adam slipped the garment past her shoulders, and released her arms so she could shimmy it past her hips.

“This doesn’t do you justice.” Turning her, Adam began to work the strings up the back of her corset to remove the offending piece of clothing.  Moments later, it joined the gown puddled on the floor.

At five foot, eight, Minuet squared her shoulders before leaning back into Adam’s chest.  Her movement accentuated the fullness of her breasts pushing into the sheer fabric of her camisole; the material did little to hide the rose-colored centers that heaved up with each breath.  Striding to stand in front of Minuet, quick fingers untied the camisole.  Pushing it open, he appreciatively viewed her luscious orbs, the first course of his dessert.  Hands lifted and pressed into her flesh, a crisp cry escaped her lips when Adam tweaked her nipples.  From her depths she moaned when Adam took possession of one breast in his mouth, in time he gave the same attention to its companion.

Recognizing that he stood fully clothed, Adam stepped back, allowing Minuet’s hands to diligently unfasten the buttons of his jacket and shirt.  Moments later, nimble fingers toyed with the hair on his chest, lips and tongue played over his nipples, while her hands slipped lower, to unfasten his trousers, pushing them from his hips, while he slipped out of his dress shoes.

Eyes drawn to his firm and protruding manhood, Minuet mused, “When the good Lord said, spring forth and multiply, don’t think this is the spring forth He had in mind.”

Leading her to the bed set at an angle in the corner, Adam lifter her up, placing her softly on the tall piece of furniture.  The swaying of her heavy breasts drew Adam to give each one a lingering kiss before he turned his attention to Minuet’s legs.  Unfastening the garters holding her fish-net stockings in place, Adam slipped the articles from her well-formed legs.  Next came the removal of her slip, granting him full access to admire and appease her body.

As the owner and the madam, Minuet chose who she took upstairs.  Rarely did any man accompany her, not since the first time she introduced herself to the rancher, turned lover.

An hour later, their sexual desires satisfied, Adam lay with his eyes closed, his arm behind the beauty who equaled his passion.  He was thankful for the light breeze flowing through the windows, which wicked the sweat away from their bodies.  His hand roved from her shoulder to her firm buttocks.

Without any blankets or sheets covering the two, Minuet cast her eyes along his body; his hair-covered well-muscled chest, the firm abdomen, and his crowning glory that drove her orgasm to heights rivaled by no other, never ceased to amaze her.  Slightly stroking his shaft, she watched as it rose to the occasion.

*****

Down the hall, Lilah May invited Joseph Cartwright into her richly appointed room.  A hurricane lantern on the bedside table illuminated the furnishings within.  A gentle wind slowly billowed the curtain inward.  Closing the door, she motioned the young man to the settee while she slipped behind the room partition in the corner.

“My name’s Little… uh… Joe Cartwright.”  He nervously twirled his hat before setting it down.

“I’m Lilah May.  Help yourself to a drink.  I’ll be right out.”

“I’m not thirsty, ma’am.”

Stepping from behind the divider, “I’m not a ma’am.  As I said, I’m Lilah May.”  Circling Joe, draping her hand across his shoulders, it came to rest on his chest.

“You know my Pa wouldn’t…”  Ducking his head, his cheeks flamed at seeing what her robe did not conceal.

“Your Pa isn’t here.  It’s just the two of us.  A woman and a man.  Alone, together.”  Turning down the lamp to where it cast soft glows, she returned to stand in front of Joe.  “I think you need to be more comfortable, and to do that, you need to get rid of some of this clothing.”  She worked the buttons of his jacket free from their slips before doing the same with his shirt, then pulling the shirt tail from his pants.

“I’m… uh… not sure you should be…” Joe attempted to restrain her hands.

“Hush,” Lilah May whispered, “Let me do what I’ve been paid to do.  You do want to be here?”  At his nod, her hands pushed his shirt and jacket from his shoulders before running delicate fingers across the youthfully smooth, yet well-muscled chest.  “It’s okay to touch.”

“I don’t know…  I’ve never,” Joe’s blush deepened when hands pressed against his bulging crotch. He’d occasionally experienced the bulge in his pants whenever one of the saloon girls back home would sidle close to him, allowing him a generous peek down her cleavage, but never had any of them dared touch him.

‘He’s not the type to ram that into a woman; he’ll be sensitive.’  “It’s about time you learned what happens between a man and a woman.”  Taking his hands, in hers, “When done right, making love is exceedingly gratifying for both parties.” She placed his hands on her still covered breasts, increasing the pressure, teaching him the intricacies of pleasing a woman.  “It’s not like breeding your cattle and horses back on the ranch.  Both parties can experience the pleasures.  I’m yours to explore and to teach you.”

When her hands let go of his, he tentatively pushed open her robe, slipped it past her shoulders, where she allowed it to hang from the tie around her waist.  Standing still, she waited as Joe’s attention focused on her perfectly developed breasts, their pink areolas and nipples.  Unable to resist the impulse, Joe took the weight of her flesh into the palms of his hands and watched their undulations as he tenderly kneaded them like Hop Sing would dough.

Capturing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Joe licked his lips as his mouth began to water. Remembering the book he’d tried to secretly read back home, Joe moved his hands to her derriere and lifted her, Lilah May’s legs automatically circled around as he carried her to the canopy bed set in the middle of the room.

Eying her lying there, one hand running between the valley of her exposed breasts, the other motioned the young man to come to her, her index finger curling in and out.  “Come to me, I promise I won’t bite, at least not that hard.”

Hurriedly, Joe toed off his boots giving Lilah May time to slip further from her robe and cast it aside.  As he shucked down his pants, her core jolted at the fact he wore no manly unmentionables, his erection revealed sooner than she expected.

“You must have known what was in store for tonight.”

Looking up while shaking his head, “Sort of.  But the only time I wear them is during the winter. Otherwise, they’re downright uncomfortable.”

“And we can’t have you uncomfortable now, can we?” Admiration glowed in Lilah May’s eyes at the image standing in her room.  Joe’s nakedness didn’t reduce him to a simpering fool like so many young men on their first visit to a madam’s bedroom.

“No ma’a… Lilah May.  Like you said, I should be comfortable.”

Crawling onto the bed and lying between the shapely legs of her lithe body, Joe eyed the provocative orbs before he felt her hand behind his head, pulling him closer to the breast she held in her other, guiding his mouth to the pert tip.

“Your next lesson is to take me.  Suckle me like a baby suckles at its mother…”

Tentative lips took hold before he obeyed her request.  He’d never seen a woman nurse an infant, and it had been ages since he’d been a baby held at his own mother’s breast, but he could envision the concept.

“Ahhhhh.  Like a baby; however, you’re a man.  Take more.  Be bolder.” Lilah May gasped.  Using her elbows, she pushed upward, relishing more of her flesh taken.   “That’s it.”  Nothing regarding his inexperience prepared her when Joe took the initiative, his tongue played over and around one nipple and alternated between the two; pressing his face into her flesh before retreating, never letting loose of his prize.

Moments later, heat pulsed on the inner side of her left breast, Joe drew long and hard.  She knew by the end of the night she would bear the dark-red mark of a love bite.  His eagerness prompted her to wonder if he’d ever done so with any of the girls back home.  Her thought was momentarily forgotten as he chose to lavish her other breast.  Moaning encouragement and appreciation, ’No, those girls have no idea what they’re missing.’

Lilah May knew it was time to progress the lesson by taking Joe’s manhood in hand.  Her fingers began their purposeful meandering along his tender skin, the firm shaft that was the key to revealing all the possibilities and sins of the flesh to this young man.

Joe gasped at the first tingling sensation, groaned as her ministration turned to fire streaking up and down his manhood.  Flinging back his head, “Oh my God!”  He couldn’t prevent the exclamation as her hand took a strong hold of his throbbing member.

“It only gets better,” Lilah whispered.  Pushing him to his back, looking deep into his eyes, “Are you ready?”

Nodding, Joe’s curiosity increased when she said, “If you can, try to hold it,” as she slipped lower along his body and sat between his legs.  Lilah May ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft before circling around its circumference.  Smiling at the incredulous expression on his face as he rose up on his elbows to watch.  Lilah May took just the crown of his shaft into her mouth, licking moisture from its center that leaked from within.  She knew she had startled him, but when he didn’t object and his organ increased even more, she knew that he wanted to experience it all.  Holding onto his hips, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

Falling back to the bed, “OH GOD!” Joe gasped, his hips bucked in rhythm to her movements, his breath ragged, his stimulated body responded by further engorging his erection.  Barely remembering her words from before, but knowing he couldn’t do as she bid, “I can’t… hold…”

Mourning her absence and suffering the cooling of his organ, Joe whimpered, his body plead for more.

Minutes passed before Joe was able to breathe normally.  Looking into Lilah May’s deep blue eyes, “I…”  Running his fingers through his hair, “Can a woman experience such pleasure?”

Lilah May felt a pang of longing.  Knowing she only had him for the night, his compassion towards his partner made her jealous for what would never truly be hers.

“Yes. If she is adventurous enough.”

“Are you that adventurous?”

Purring, “You know that I am.  The question is, are you?”

“How?  What do I do?”

Lying on her back, Lilah May inquired, “Have you ever seen a woman totally naked?”

Shaking his head, “This is the first time I’ve ever seen this much of you….” Nodding to her upper body, “any woman.  I’ve never even sneaked a peek down at the lake, well…. I’ve tried, but the girls.”

“You’ll need to untie and remove my pantaloons, and then I’ll introduce you to the world of a woman’s erotic fantasies.”

After tugging the ends of the tied string, Joe separated the edges of the garment, revealing her flat abdomen.  Widening the opening he saw the beginning of her nether-region.  Slipping the garment past her hips, Lilah May was pleased when he teasingly pulled the pantaloons slowly past her knees, ankles, and toes.  Unable to turn away from the view before him, Joe watched her knees part, granting him access to her womanhood from where he sat between her ankles.

Lilah May thought on how many first timers either could not look at her unclothed body, and were quick to jump under the covers or they leered in anticipation like some bull in rut, slam, bam, thank you ma’am and were gone.  But the look in Joe’s eyes spoke of his admiration for the exquisiteness of a woman in her natural God-gifted form.

Curiously, he watched her hand move lower, before inserting a finger into the center of the folds of her skin, rubbing herself faster and harder.

Breathily, “This is the beginning, Joe.  This is the beginning of a woman’s pleasure.”

Inquisitively, Joe moved her hand aside.  Toying with the nub he found, he watched Lilah May’s legs widen even father, her hips rose.  Finding her entrance, he inserted a finger far enough to feel her moistness as her insides closed around him.  Slipping in a second finger, he moved the two in and out.  Her hands guided his to the tempo and pressure needed to produce a gratifying response.

Growing bolder at her cries, he thought of Lilah’s mouth encompassing him earlier.   Lifting and supporting her buttocks, he leaned forward, his tongue replaced his fingers.  Thrusting his tongue in and out of her opening; Lilah May writhed in ecstasy when he latched onto and began suckling her nub, drawing as long and as hard as he had her breasts.

Lilah lifted her hips higher, encouraging him deeper.  “Oh, Joe,” she gasped.  Time meant nothing, flames burned inside her core, until she found herself unable to take any more, falling limp in his hands she shuddered.

Lowering her to the bed, Joe lay beside her, his hands roaming her body.

*****

Time passed with the two lying intertwined before Lilah May spoke once more, “Joe, let me take you to where you’ve never been before.  Let me show you what it is for a man and a woman to make love.”

Turning Joe to his back, she straddled his thighs and reached for his manhood.  Working him until it stood full and erect, she slipped forward.  Placing him at her opening, she encouraged, “Just a little thrust, push,” she relaxed to allow him to penetrate her.

“Ahhhhg,” Joe whimpered, her warm and moist inner muscles contracted around him.

“Push up, again.”

Like an orchestra conductor, Lilah set the tempo to which Joe eagerly followed.  Beginning with slow, long strokes before evolving to the more carnal rhythm that would produce the orgasms she knew beckoned to them both.

Grabbing the bed sheets on either side, Joe rose and fell at Lilah May’s bidding.  No longer just a teacher and student, Lilah May and Joe experience the mind-numbing hunger-driven lure of sex.   Caught in an upward push, Joe paused, his balls tightened expelling the exquisite agony that he could no longer contain.  Torn between two conflicting emotions; the want to stop the fulfilling pain yet desired to plunge deeper into the exotic rapture that drove him to continue his release.

Lilah May felt his shaft pulsing deep inside as Joe let loose his seed, driving her own orgasm to a higher climax.

*****

With the sensual Lilah May laying at his side, Joe remembered back to his school days.  At best he was a reluctant student.  But the lessons he’d just received electrified him as reading and geography never had.  Even once he and his friends became old enough to understand their interest in the ‘fairer sex’ and had their ‘school yard discussions’ or all the times he’d eavesdropped on the ranch hands, he’d never heard of a woman enjoying their time with a man in such a manner.  Well, Adam has said something earlier about the various pleasures enjoyed when a man and a woman make love.

Expert hands had guided him while her voice gave instruction, teaching him to become adept in how to read what she craved.  And the geography of her body; fingers like tendrils hanging from the pines, feather-like yet strong.  The valley between her luscious breasts.  The voluptuous mounds rising from her chest, culminating in pert peaks.  The flatland of her abdomen and her long legs that stretched wide like the cliffs of a box canyon, both leading him to the hidden cove of her succulent womanhood.  The tilt of her pelvis, like a gentle slope easing his penetration.  Her body was a work of art.

But her actions.  Never before had anyone spoken of what a woman could do to a man’s body nor how he would respond.  The fact that Lilah May had taken him into her mouth was something he gave serious thought to, wondering if he would ever find another woman as adventurous enough to thrill him in such a fashion.

His previous naïvety astounded him.  Being raised on a cattle ranch, he thought he’d knew all there was to sexual relations; a charming smile, the tip of a hat.  Those were just signs of respect.  He knew now to mirror his eldest brother and ignore those who bragged about their ‘prowess’ and ‘conquests’.  He realized that most of what they had to say were probably embellishments on what happened or total fabrications.  If a man truly understood intimacy, he’d never divulge what happened behind closed doors.

Understanding now, that Adam did not spend all his time in contract negotiations when he visited San Francisco, Little Joe wondered if he could convince their father to let him return under the guise of more negotiation tutelage or to actually negotiate a contract, with or without Adam.

*****

Lying on her side, her head propped up with her hand and elbow, she found perfection of youth in the naked young man at her side.  She marveled at his body’s response to her caressing hands, how comfortable he had been in his own nakedness, and rejoiced in how he ensured his partner enjoyed the experience just as much as he did.

“If your older brother only knew, I don’t think he’d be calling you Little Joe.”

Eyes fluttered open, a naughty glint emanated from iridescent green eyes, “My brothers will always call me Little Joe.  But thanks to you, the ladies never will.”

Mischievousness sparkled as Lilah May inquired, “Do you think you’re up to another round of lessons?”

“Pa always said, practice makes perfect.”

Epilogue:

Adam and Hoss strolled away from where Sport, Cochise, and Chubs stood tethered.  They paused when the door to the still rocking stagecoach opened, returning the youngest Cartwright to Virginia City.

“Eh! Eh, eh, eh,” Hoss called.  Lifting his little brother into a bear hug after he’d stepped out of the coach and to the dirt street.

Returned to the ground, Little Joe reached out to shake Adam’s hand.

“Hey what they feed you up there in San Francisco anyhow, Little Joe?” Hoss playful slapped Joe’s stomach.  “Two months and you’re skinny as ever.”

“A little uglier maybe, uh,” Adam teased.

“And little bit smarter.”  Bragging, “I got five dollars more a head this year than you did last year.”

“Hey, you hear that Adam?  I think this calls for a celebration.”

“You know I think it’s time Joe took a look inside Julia’s Palace.

“I said a little celebration,” teased Hoss.

The impromptu celebration was forgotten when gunfire erupted down the street and a man staggered across the boardwalk, out from Julia’s Palace.

~The End

PS:  Just how did you think Little Joe charmed Julia Bulette?  I don’t think it was just his boyishly good looks.  Do you?

Author’s Note:  The epilogue was taken directly from the episode, The Julia Bulette Story, written by:  Al C. Ward.

Next Story in the Negotiation Series:

The Ophelia Theatre Presents

As for my list of words to use:

nymph, bite, you, orgasm, that, at, excite, their, can, ram, out, sweaty, me, erect, we, ***** (guess this word was really dirty, so it was replaced with slide), your, big, crotch, some, feel, crave, his

Notes:  Any verb may have an -s, -ing, -ly, or -ed added to suit the sense of the particular sentence it is used in.   The ending of -pery may be added to the word “slip.”

Tags: Adam Cartwright, his first time, Joe / Little Joe Cartwright