If there was any remote chance of seeing her again, I would take any necessary action. To hell with the consequences, I thought to myself. I first met... her when I was in 4th grade. She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. I know right, sounds corny. Can you blame me? I was 12 years of age, I hadn’t seen much. She moved in with her grandparent’s after being orphaned rather suddenly. A tragic car accident killing her mother and father instantly. The knowledge it was never meant to happen. He said yeah I think I have kinda developed gaydar. I grinned and said ya got me. I told him I had some food and some money for him. He said waht are ya interested in. I said really everything but actually nothing. My wife is waiting for me at home and i am in a hurry. he gave me a card and said make some time for me and I can show you a good time. i said I would like that and gave him the bag. he leaned over and kissed me and said thanks.I called him the next day and told him my wife was gone. She looked into her mistress’ vibrant eyes, locking her gaze, and then, holding eye contact all the while, slid the skirt down. She crouched as she lowered it to the floor and let it drop. Liana let out a soft sigh. Slowly, Mia stood again. Her mistress spoke. “That is enough for now.” Liana stepped forward and gently ran a hand over Mia’s hair. The girl felt herself shudder at the touch.“How shall I thank you ma’am?” she asked as Liana ran that hand down the side of her face and onto her. A hand touched me and I saw the Indian girl beside me. We didn't speak but her eyes sang me this song:"Daughter of the Moon, be my sorrow,be my joy until we die, together.Daughter of the Owl, be wise,be my Sun and I won't die in darkness. Show me the way, and I will follow; Lick my wounds, and I will praise The Great Spirit, hear me, I will not speak again."When I regained my senses I saw million faces crowding me. Somehow someone helped me to stand up. I looked at my savior, a middle-aged man,.