" She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head."Not to worry, this is a very good start. Thank you Nev." I give her a warm smile of congratulation, sh...e did very well. "Can you remember when the Brutes took you, did they travel into the sunset or sunrise." I ask my new question. It is greeted with silence. I look over and see that Nev has the look of a frighten doe on her face. Not ready for that question I see."You do not have to answer now. Just think back, it could help us." I give a gentle. The breeze ruffled through the leaves of tall and twisting trees both solitary and crowded together, like fingers stroking through a lover’s hair. The plains were not as frantic with life as they would be in the spring of course, even south of The Teeth. But there was still plentiful plant life to forage for, and enough wild things scurrying about in the tall browning grasses to hunt and trap. Small birds with vibrant orange plumage at their throats flitted between trees. They tittered shrill. A mother's position in Indian culture is very high, as it is in other cultures. Indians, however, go a little farther and put her next to God. The relationship is so holy that to have sexual thoughts about one's mother is sacrilegious in a very serious way. While I felt ashamed on one hand, on the other I couldn't deny the arousal I felt every time I thought about her. It was difficult for me to not look at her as a desirable woman. I was torn between guilt and libido, between shame and. He turned and looked at me while I was dreaming of his strong arms wrapped around me and cupping my heavy breasts and sliding into my shorts. "Mame,", he held the glass out in front of me, bringing me back from my daydream. "Gloria, please", I said. He repeated my name, and it sounded like music from the heavens has it slid from his lips, the same lips that I longed to kiss and have kissing my body. He had a glass in his hand and shook the ice cubes in it to cool his drink. I was mezmorized by.