<strong>Who:</strong>Standford Earlson<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Guest Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>None other then the ol' ball and chain<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1- Before dinner<br/><hr/><br/>In the fading light of the evening Standford admired his wifes every curve beneath that chemise. A pure gift of heaven that belonged to no one but him. It should stay that way forever or so he hoped. Downstairs he saw the looks that some of the men gave her. This weekend he would have to watch them with a careful eye. Moving beside the bed he removed the leather belt that held his Colt SAA revolver, placing it on the nightstand with a heavy thud. Unbuttoning his overcoat before shrugging it off Standford revealed a light loose white work shirt underneath. Sitting on the bed he began to undo his boots, the leather was supple after years of wear. Finally off they slipped along with his pants which hid his loose underwear. Feeling the air on his exposed body parts for the first time in almost over ten hours Standford let out a deep sigh,<br/><br/>"Oh man, it feel good to be free once again." Laying back on the bed looking up at the ceiling. "Remember that time in Tanzania? When we braved that river in nothing? Those were the days, now I'm getting old and everything is an effort to do. Time flies by my love, I'm just glad I can spend it with you."