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aren’t they?”
    â€œYes, and I’ve often wondered why the sight of one person yawning makes everybody around them yawn too. Look, can I be straightforward with you, Custis?”
    â€œOf course. Please do.”
    â€œI run a business here, a business where men drink, sometimes get drunk. I have to hold myself a little apart in a small town like this. Do you understand?”
    â€œYes, I think so,” he said.
    â€œIt would cause no end of trouble if I was to fuck around, you will excuse the expression.”
    He grinned. “I’ve heard it before.”
    â€œYes, well, it’s true. I don’t dare have affairs. The town’s wives would find out about it, and their husbands would not be stepping inside my door again. It would ruin me. But I am not an old woman and I’m horny. More than a cucumber can take care of. Would you very much mind giving this horny woman a roll in the hay?”
    â€œHas anybody ever accused you o’ being too subtle?” Longarm asked.
    Helen laughed. “No. Never.”
    â€œGood, because it wouldn’t have been true.” He pushed back from the table and stood.
    â€œAre you leaving? Have I scared you away?” she asked.
    â€œNo, woman, I’m headin’ for the bedroom. If you’ll show me the way to it, that is.”

Chapter 19
    Helen Birch was not a fancy woman. Her bedroom was a small, mostly bare chamber without windows or adornments. It contained a dark walnut wardrobe, a washstand that held a basin and pitcher, and an iron bedstead with a thin mattress and a pair of blankets on it. Underneath the bed was a plain crockery thunder mug and a pair of high-topped shoes that she likely wore for dress-up occasions. The only thing on the rough plank walls was one lamp, which Helen lighted and turned up high.
    â€œSit down,” she said.
    There was only one place to sit, so he perched on the side of the bed. The springs creaked, and for a moment he wondered if his weight would be too much for them, but they held with no problem.
    Helen knelt at Longarm’s feet and, smiling, pulled his boots off. She set them under the bed, next to her spare shoes. Then the woman stood and began disrobing.
    She was a big woman, with a thick waist and heavy thighs and surprisingly small ankles and delicate feet. She had a heavy thatch of pubic hair that was beginning to turn gray—he suspected she put some sort of color on her hair to keep the gray from showing there—and large, pendulous breasts.
    Her dark red areolae were as large as saucers, covering most of her tits, with nipples like thumbs. Before Longarm so much as touched her, the nipples stood out hard and firm. Her breathing had become ragged; she was so hot he was afraid she might burst into flame and burn down half of central Dwyer.
    â€œDo you . . . ,” she turned suddenly shy, “do you like what you see?”
    He smiled. “I like what I see just fine, Helen.”
    She giggled. “So do I. Let me help you out of those clothes.”
    He had already removed his coat and laid it on the bed. Helen picked it up and carefully hung it in the wardrobe, then returned to him and unknotted his string tie, unbuttoned his vest and his shirt—she seemed surprised at the sight of the derringer that had to come out of his vest pocket to free one end of the watch chain that stretched from pocket to pocket—and unbuckled first the gunbelt, which she placed on the washstand, and then his trousers.
    Again she knelt, reaching up to very carefully and slowly unbutton his trousers.
    â€œOh, my,” she whispered hoarsely when she uncovered Longarm’s cock. “It’s beautiful. And . . . big. Oh, my.”
    Helen gently stroked the swollen object in question and peeled the foreskin back away from the dark, bulbous head.
    â€œOh, my,” she repeated and, leaning forward, first pressed the warmth of Longarm’s prick against her cheek, then