With her eyes closed she half murmured a response, but in a moment she was fast asleep, dreaming about the Saturday night she wouldn’t forget in a l...ong, long time.----As he had promised he was gone when she awoke, and while she had a little bit of a hangover she didn't regret the fun she had had in the least. On the contrary, she couldn't wait to see him again. Although Monday seemed so far away she persevered, albeit with the help of her fleshlight and vibrator.As Monday rolled around and she. "I tried to ignore him by shifting my body. He took this as a sign of weakness. I looked around to see where the jailers were. Apparently no one watched this area. I glanced up and saw cameras in the cell. The only spot that wasn't under surveillance was the shitter. I'd make sure I didn't venture there.Chief began to pace. It was as if he was calculating his next move. There was one other guy in the cell and Chief had already walked over and took a cigarette from him.I watched as the little. That just ended last week, but they had to pay me some severance when they fired me, so I'm OK that way. I feel a lot better ... been exercising, on a diet and things." I made light of the effort I had put in. "You happy with your new job?" I asked, changing the topic."Yes. It's a good job in a nice place. It's Marie's Sewing and Quilt Shop on Union Street. They've been around a long time, and with my experience, they were happy to have me," she said looking at her hands.This meeting was. I thanked him for his lessons and care. It was understood that we thanked each other for our love. I stayed with him until the end. I called the others and we honored him in death, in a bower high among the trees. We took turns drumming for his spirit. Before the ceremony ended, I was brought before the eldest remaining shaman and given my name. I learned that each of us has a name, the same as all the others. We call ourselves one alone. My shaman name would be child of bear. My public name.