The two of them got the boxes cookies out of his car and into the kitchen.Once the last box was in the kitchen, Martha opened up her purse and removed... $1,200.00 in 20 dollar bills. Adam discreetly counted the money. Then he prepared to leave as he headed to the front door he passed by the living room.Where he saw Katie McGuire, Martha and Daniels daughter and Adam’s former high school classmate. Reading a book. “Hey Katie. How are you doing today?”She looks up from the book she is reading and. Some of them knew I wasn’t a lez but that didn’t stop the jokes or the rumors. I had friends but they treated me like the token Negro – the girl that let them look in the mirror and tell themselves they weren’t racists.“The problem was ... I like sex. I mean, I really like sex. I like it with girls; I like it with guys; hell, I’d probably like it with a dog if it came down to it. I saw a lot of it in Baltimore. We lived in a decent neighborhood but I still went to a mostly black school. We had. ”I nodded – then chuckled. “But first, I think we should say hello...” I looked at the man standing beside the well. He was an older looking gentleman, with a handlebar mustache that had gone quite gray, watery blue eyes, silvery hair, and a large constable’s star pinned to his breast. A rusted old revolver hung from his hip, and he looked at me as if he expected me to come with a conquering hoard as if this was the Age of Legends.“What brings you here?” he asked, voice flat. He didn’t tack on. Two things she couldn't deal with, me being Two Spirit, and another thing she didn't know, I am kinky. BDSM was a foreign word to me, I barely knew the term, but I knew it was a part of me since birth. I just wanted to experience it with someone...My mother had to take care of my older brother Joshua and younger sister Aiyanna. Our father, Brad Peterson, left her after a rocky marriage because the Muskogee nation couldn't take my mother marrying an Anglo man. He was irresponsible, and didn't.