Nervously she kept bringing the flute up to her soft lips that were lightly covered in a rich, taupe lipstick.As the people around her kept up their h...appy chatter she stood quietly for the first time, simply observing. The handsome stranger had sidetracked her and her thought process was foggy from the excitement. Adding to her pounding heart was the alcohol from the champagne that was coursing through her veins.She could feel his eyes on her once again so she turned her head and their eyes. But in my haste to allay her concern, I had opened the door to something else. She pressed her advantage in my befuddlement. "Really? You really think I'm beautiful? You're not just saying that, are you?"Her question focused my attention back on her body, now barely covered, but still burning in my mind's eye. My eyes once again drank in her stunning beauty. It almost hurt, she was so perfect. If she had been a model in a magazine they wouldn't have needed to airbrush any part of her. There was. High. Sara had no doubt she liked this guy. He showed talent at a lot of things. He wasn’t just a typical egghead. She was beginning to wish he lived nearer to her and her husband. She could hardly wait to call her husband and tell him what had happened so far.That night, John fashioned a Kachina Doll. This was a magical totem, which he gave many of his powers, sort of a Swiss Army knife of Pueblo and Navajo lore. “I cannot teach you all of my powers, but use of this doll will allow you to do. Or girls ... would react.”“Nobody even knows about what we’re doing, so how could anyone call us sluts?” said Jane.“But what about when we make out with boys and want them to do stuff like the stuff we do with Michael?” asked Lorelei.“Don’t jump into it.” I continued to put forward “When you are with a new boyfriend, just act shy and pretend you don’t really want him to do stuff. Make him work for it and make sure you make him wait.”The girls seemed to be satisfied with this approach and we.