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There was less than a week before Nick was supposed to take Hortie back to the Hungry Beaver in his carriage.

She was up early, took a hot bath and crawled back into bed where Nick anxiously waited. Actually, his tongue anxiously waited. With Hortie's guidance, he'd become an expert in the art of cunnilingus. A word neither of them knew.

"Nick, there isn't a man in the whole West who can please his woman like you please me." Her thighs were around his head and her hands held it in place. She was slowly fucking him, making sure his tongue reached just the right spot.

This morning, she'd already had two massive orgasms. "You've got me so ready to play your flute."

"Hortie, I know our month together is almost up, but I'm not ready to give you up,"

"What are you saying, Nick?"

"Why don't you stay here with me?"

"Nick, I know what I am. You know what I am, but I'm not the kind of woman who'd live with a man she wasn't married to." You may laugh, but Hortie was serious, and honestly believed what she was saying.

"Okay, then we'll get married."

"Think about you're saying. I'm almost forty-two and you, you're what nineteen?"

"Almost twenty. Hortie, I'm in love."

"No, you're not in love with me. You may be in love with my mouth . . ."

"And you're pussy. Don't forget you're pussy."

Within a few weeks, the newly-weds were on their way to San Francico to start their new life together.

Back in town, at the Miner's Hole, Addie spent most of that month on her knees playing the flute for as many as twelve or thirteen men a night. Some wanted to fuck her, but mostly it was flute playing.

One or two nights a month, the Mayor reserved Addie for the entire night. She looked forward to those nights. The Mayor liked nothing better than to lick her bare pussy. When she just couldn't take any more, the Mayor's tongue would do her again.

Later, he'd fuck her and she'd tolerate it. "Mayor Tompkins, my pussy loves your cock, but your tongue makes Addie's pussy swoon." He took the hint and soon she was writhing with another orgasm from his tongue.

Although anxious to leave the Miner's Hole, Addie laughed when she heard about Hortie. "A boy, she's marrying a boy," she said to Mrs. Trowbridge.

"A very rich boy, who's taking her away from all this."

Addie was furious that Hortie had found a way out of the life they were leading. She decided to get out herself.

A few days later, Addie slipped out of the Miner's Hole and boarded a train east. Her destination, her home town of Philadelphia. Playing the flute in a house in a mining town like Denver was not as lucrative as she and Hortie hoped. Unless, of course, you found a miner who struck gold, like Hortie.

Oh, the men through Mrs. Trowbridge paid her well and were very generous, but Addie spent much of it on expensive clothes and other finery.

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