<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/D1Dfb6tFfIBP.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez (aka Letty) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9815927#msg9815927)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>none<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Gates Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Walter Sinnett and Donkey, some chickens and a goat or two   :D<br/>*wearing (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/2122639L1uzeeRM.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Aletta hadn’t expected the answer she was supplied with. That in itself shouldn’t have surprised her. After all in the short period of time she had been in Walter’s company he had shocked her more than he had ever shown to be predictable. However, what had surprised her was her response to his worries. As if a flood of emotions had suddenly been released, Letty found herself almost doubled over with laughter. Her dark brown eyes glistened with water that pooled at the corners of her eyes before spilling over her long, dark lashes. Tears rolled over her cheeks, sliding over her jawbone to trail down along her elegant neck to pool between the valley of her breasts, leaving nothing but a track of moisture to show the dirt that had settled upon her skin.<br/><br/>It was all too much. His blunt responses ranging from violent and offensive, to down right rude and now… this! Most women would have found his comment on the donkey’s assets to be crude and uncalled for. But Letty couldn’t help but laugh. The mental picture that had flashed in her mind alone had been enough to crack a smile, but the instant response from the Donkey had been enough to tip her over the edge. Already weary, and tired from a long day in the sun, Letty had found herself at the edge of sanity. The desert heat did that to a person, and at that moment she cracked.<br/><br/>Falling down beside him onto the soft hey, Letty lay with her eyes closed, her hand resting on her flat tummy, and her body vibrating from the stream of laughter that didn’t seem to want to end. <strong>”My stomach…”</strong> she whispered somewhat out of breath as she tried to control her sudden burst of hilarity. Taking in deep breaths, holding them and releasing the air slowly, Letty finally was able to settle down. She smiled, still feeling the affects of the mirth that had given  her a burst of endorphins throughout her body, putting her in almost a good mood. <strong>”You do smell…”</strong> she stated after a moment of breathing him in as she lay beside him on the straw. <strong>”But I see your point.. or imagined it.”</strong></div>