'White men were the enemy of the 'red men'. It had always been so.'"The spirits will guide me and send my words to their chief," he declared."They say... they have no chiefs," Grandma replied."That cannot be so. It is against the natural order of things." But what if what they say is true and they do not rule from here. What if they are nothing more than roving bands of nomads?" What if?" Grandpa repeated. "These 'roving bands' beat back the whites from the north. 'Roving bands' would scatter. “Why do I sound like I’m on speaker?”Sarah thought quickly and said, “You are. I’m sorting laundry and need my hands free. I’m alone in the house. No worries.” Mr. Michaels started to rub her pussy and also rubbed lube into her ass.“Great, anal too,” Sarah thought to herself. She tried to just concentrate on the small talk. Jenny described a cute outfit she had seen that morning in one of her favorite stores while Mr. Michaels grabbed something off the bed and started to rub it along her. You were the only person who was nice to me all the time. I had some girls who I thought were my friends. We had hung out together for a few months. They shit all over me in front of most of the sixth grade. My mom had another baby, so she wasn’t available to talk to me about it. Dad was pulling double shifts to make up for what mom would bring in if she weren’t out on maternity leave. I had no friends. Well, I think you were sort of my friend, but a lot of good that did me since you wouldn’t. Enough about your fantasies about older women! Let’s go! I’m hungry.”Steve laughed and grabbed his keys and wallet. He escorted his wife down the hall to the elevators, and down to the lobby, but as they got there, the shuttle bus was pulling out. He looked over at the girl at the counter, who gave a sorry look and informed them the next bus would be in fifteen minutes or so. “Come on, I’ll drive,” he told Brenda. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys to the Land Rover. He held the.