<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/123113XVGe0iUX_zps46cbf3be.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 11th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nathan Hunter's House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery Burnham<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">She had been following him pretty well right up to the part where he spoke of a Miss Hendricks. Her face must have shown some kind of confusion, she could feel her eyebrows knit together as if she was really thinking hard to place the name. In the end Letty decided she was too tired to give a horse’s ass. Miss Hendricks, whoever she may be would just have to deal with the inebriated Mexican for one night. It weren’t gonna kill no one! And so she had made herself comfortable, smiling in a manner that brought a softness to her face while she released her long locks from their braids. <br/><br/>Letty wasn’t aware that she had captured even a small part of her escorts curiosity. Her mind was starting to wander into the hazy world of the sandman as the drink that had rotted away her good sense was settling in for the night. Her body wanted to sleep. If Avery had been hoping for anything to happen between them as a reward he would have found himself stuck with an unconscious woman in no time.  Luckily for Letty she was with one of the few real gentlemen in Gomorra.  There were some that wouldn’t care about her state… conscious or unconscious, she was still a woman… and an attractive one at that! <br/><br/>The sudden clearing of his throat startled the young ranch hand, causing her to jump in her seat. Due to the fact that Letty was already precariously perched upon the small sofa, the sudden movement had caused her to fall forward and land on her knee. She looked up at Avery with wide brown eyes. At first her tired mind was sure he had pushed her, but the delayed reaction that she was experiencing held her tongue. It lay in  her mouth like iron, effectively holding her tongue and her unjust accusations. Instead she pushed herself back onto the sofa and tried to listen to his instructions. What did he mean, hold on to his label? Obviously she had misunderstood him, or missed something entirely… <strong>”Get it together girl!”</strong> Letty grumbled, speaking to herself without realizing she had also shared her thoughts aloud. <br/><br/>And get it together she did! With a herculean effort Letty (with Avery’s help) climbed what appeared to be the Mount Everest of staircases! But she was never one to shy away from a challenge and so… off she went! like a trooper! Step by step by step…each one bringing her closer to her prize! The bed! It was calling to her…. Letty! Letty!  Or that might have been the sound of her heart beating hard against her chest, at this point it was anyones guess! Either way she could practically smell the sheets! And in this case the scent was heavenly...unlike some of the bunks form the temporary hands back at the ranch. So excited to have almost reached her goal she miscalculated how many steps were left and stumbled, only to be held tight against the man that had saved her more than once that evening!  God did he smell good!  <strong>”Fancy”</strong> whispered Letty, so close her lips almost brushed against his neck…<br/><br/>The next thing she knew Letty was in a room and on a bed, blinking...her mind whirling in several directions wondering what to do next. Luckily for Letty her savior with the fancy speaking voice was guiding her with that as well. She looked down at her boots and sighed. For some reason they looked a lot farther away than they ought to have. Letty was just debating with herself on the best way to go about the removal, and having decided upon simply flinging her boots free and hoping that she wouldn’t break anything in the process when Avery once more rode up on his white stallion to save the day!  Letty giggled as she watched him remove her boots. She had never been so happy in her life for having had the good sense to wear her good socks! <br/><br/>A nod of her head that appeared much more comical than she had intended it to be signaled her understanding. It was time for Mr. Fancy Britches to be getting on with things. Things, as it were, that had nothing to do with rescuing Letty!  She stood as he moved toward the door and began to strip. Her mind was on the task at  hand and nothing else. Her skirt was down before Avery reached the door and she was working on her blouse as the sound of the door signaled his final exit.  Once stripped down to nothing Letty snuggled, or rather crashed into the bed. She lay, buck naked atop of the sheets with her cheek pressed to the pillow, and her backside in the air , passed out at last! </div>