Days later, I returned to America, thinking about her and I still doing it. Every day I expect for a phone call or a message from her, but I know that... nothing of that will happen.September, 2018:I wasn't ready for a new relationship yet, Guadalupe or as I used to call her "My morenita" still in my mind. I found Fabiola again walking in a park and we talked for a pair of hours then we went to a bar and drank some beers, I told her what happened to me after I met her and she told me that her. He sets the trophy down on the desk. In just a few steps and seconds, the man is around the desk and on top of her. His hand grabs her face, just around her mouth. He pushes her back and pins the woman up against the door. His other hand holds one of her arms back. Debbie’s free hand grabs his wrist and he just stands there, bending his muscular body down with his face just mere inches away from hers. His hot breath washes over her flesh. His eyes pierce into her as if he were searching the. Well, let me think. Gray Eagle, the greatest Cheyenne warrior that ever was names Fighting Hawk as his son. That is enough to have stories told about you. But then when challenged, Fighting Hawk kills Little Buffalo, without getting a scratch. Little Buffalo was the best warrior with a knife in any Cheyenne village. That could cause a few stories, too. But on the same night you shamed every Cheyenne for not being a man. You feed the widows and orphans of the village. Gray Eagle puts you in. He put out his hands and pointed to my feet. I lifted them up and he removed my heels. He picked up the tissue box and stared at it with a grim look on his face. He reluctantly looked up at me, and when I saw the pain behind his beautiful eyes, I knew. I just knew. I began to sob. He took a piece of tissue out and blotted my tears. He gently used the moisture to remove my makeup. I was truly stripped naked now. Figuratively and spiritually, totally bare. Feeling the last bits of humanity leave.