She knew she was special, he was so much betterthan the men she had been dating before.Monica asked Scott what was wrong. Scott sheepishly said this w...as theirlast date.At that moment, Monica knew two things. Why Scott thought it was theirlast date and that statement was the furthest thing from the truth anystatement she ever heard had been. She was not going to allowed somepieces of fabric get in the way of her having such a good man. She askedhim why.Scott was already for defeat so he was not. Twice it became tight enough to pull it from my fingers but I didn't remark on it. What annoyed me more was the constant pathetic whimpering.By now the agricultural landscape was giving way to scrub and the grass road had deteriorated into a track that climbed steadily upwards. Although we could still have walked side by side it was preferable to me to keep my partner at a distance. Three-quarters of an hour later we came to a small clear stream and Sumala suggested we had a five-minute break.. He did throw a blanket on it before he had me get on it. Once up on it, I laid on my back and was ready to have me marked forever.He said, “Will I have to tie you down? Can’t have you moving any at all or it will mess up the ink and it may hurt you.”I said, “No, I won’t move. I am one tough cunt, so let’s get this done. I’m getting hungry and would love to get home to eat.”He laughed and said, “Damn, a girl that is about to get marked as a whore and all she wants to do is eat.”He got all his. ’ ‘Here,’ Lewis said handing Jim the picture as he sat down. ‘You recognize these people?’ Jim had tears in his eyes as he looked at the picture. ‘That’s me, my wife Chante, and our son John. It was taken about six months after John was born.’ He stopped and smiled. ‘There was a man at the trading post that had one of those…err…camera I think he called it. He said he was taking pictures of the country out west for a newspaper back east. I talked him into waiting while I went home and brought.