Is this what you want? I will give it to you, just let me have this tender Nasiba.’He placed his pen down and closed the notebook thankful to be fin...ished. He lay back in bed, his hands behind his head. He welcomed the augmenting light. His mind was clear and his purpose pure and directed. He knew now what he must do.The day went by slowly, and the Imam spent most of his time within his small room, the notebook glaring at him. At times he regretted what he wrote. Being truthful to oneself often. The trappers commented on the excellent buffalo hide. Evidently, only hides coming from female buffalo killed between November and March were good for trading. That was when the buffalo had their thick winter coat of hair. We all ate our fill, even the dogs. We hung the parts we didn’t eat up in the cottonwood trees and watched several dark shapes exploring the bloody ground where Nawaji had dressed the animal. Even our piglets got to enjoy parts of the buffalo, but not the tongue, heart, or. "Angela was calm. "I'm not going to ask Dub to leave you in the lurch with two teenage girls and no real income." An I don't see you movin' in with us," said Molly, just as calmly. That calm was only on the outside, though."Dub and I have talked about that. If we get married we're going to want our own house ... big enough to raise a family in. But we won't need all that room right away. And I'm going to keep working, which means we'll need someone to look after the children ... the baby ... in. "Lets go."Rob was obviously in his twenties, obviously rich enough to be able to hire a pilot and a plane that could seat eight, obviously male, and obviously - intentionally or otherwise - sending messages directly to my groin.I confess to having spent my recent years as a firm [|-)] observer of the younger male members of my personal society. For me there has always been a real turn-on to watch a nice, round, tight butt filling out a faded pair of Levi's, particularly when their occupant.