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married.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œAntoine bought me from my daddy in New Orleans, and then brought me here to keep house for him and be his wife. Only we ain’t never got married.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œWell, for one thing there ain’t no preacher here,” she explained.
    â€œAnd what about when you go to Yuma?”
    â€œThen we’re too busy to do it,” she said.
    â€œSo you just won’t ever do it?”
    â€œI don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “He don’t seem to care, and I sure don’t. In fact, I’d rather not be married to him.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œ ’Cause then I can leave anytime I want to,” she said. “Or do anythin’ I want to.”
    â€œLike what?”
    â€œLike slippin’ off your britches and sexin’ you down,” she said.
    He rocked back in his chair. He’d never quite heard it put like that before.

EIGHT
    Jada got up and moved around to Clint’s side of the table.
    â€œYou ain’t got to worry about Antoine,” she told him. “He’s gonna be at the stable for a while.”
    â€œHe doesn’t have that many horses,” Clint warned.
    â€œHe’s gonna make sure your horse is well taken care of, and then he’s gonna put out a bottle of whiskey he don’t know I know he hides there. He won’t be back for hours.”
    She got on her knees in front of Clint who, in spite of himself, had turned to face her. Her fingers plucked at his gun belt, and his pants belt, so she could open his pants and stick her hand inside.
    â€œOooh,” she said, as she closed her hand around his hardness.
    â€œJada—”
    She squeezed him lovingly and then pulled his hard cock out into the light.
    â€œI knew when I saw you, and you said you was the owner of that beautiful horse, I just knew . . .”
    â€œKnew what?”
    â€œThat you would be a special man,” she said, “and you are.”
    She opened those pouty lips and slid his penis into her mouth, began to suck him wetly, moaning all the while.
    â€œOh yes,” she said, letting his wet penis slide free. “Antoine hardly ever gets hard anymore. It’s been a long time for me . . .”
    She took him in her mouth again, at the same time yanking on his pants to get them down. He had to lift his butt off the chair so she could slide his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. His gun belt was on the floor next to him where he could reach it, but he was still worried that Antoine would come back while his pants were down around his ankles, putting him at a disadvantage.
    But Jada didn’t give him time to think about that. She quickly got to her feet and kicked off her boots, peeled off all her clothes until she was naked. Her skin was dark, but her nipples were darker still. The hair between her legs was as black as it could be.
    She leaped into his lap, pressing her breasts against his face. He opened his mouth to take her nipples in and suck them. They were hard, and as big as juicy berries. She rubbed her wet pussy against his hard cock as she kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth and groaning deep in her throat. Finally, she lifted her hips and came down on him, taking him into her wet, steamy depths.
    Her breath caught in her throat and she made a sound that, at first, made him think she was choking. He soon found that she would make this sound periodically during their coupling. It was a high-pitched gasp, a sound she made in between words, as she talked while she was bouncing up and down on his rigid cock.
    â€œOooh, yeah,” she said, “God . . . damn . . . yeah . . . oooh . . . oh . . . oooh . . .”
    â€œOooh,” was a major part of her vocabulary during sex, apparently. She’d catch her breath, and then say “Oooh” several times in a row, then catch her breath again with that high-pitched noise, then breathe noisily