You got it. My sister, Cindy.See, she's on the cheerleading squad.I'll never forget the conversation. I was doing homework in my room and Cindy sort o...f wandered in. That wasn't so strange. We got along pretty well. She was one of those beautiful girls that guys don't ever ask out because they're sure she already has dates booked up until she's about forty. Consequently, girls like that don't actually get asked out and a lot of them don't go on that many dates. And we had spent many a Friday and. "We've been to the Tribal headquarters. Nobody's there. The place is locked up tight, with a notice taped in the window saying 'gone to a pow-wow.'We've got a warrant to pull the tribal leaders in for questioning. Where the hell are they, and what the hell is a pow-wow?" Jones demanded."Well, a pow-wow is their term for an important meeting or gathering. I suspect you already knew that if you've read anything about cowboys and Indians," Thompson answered softly in a slight western drawl. "As. Let's see you walk around the room here, Sandra getlots of photos. Come on Jerry don't be bashful." Jerry walks around the room like a guy but that's no good for Sandra.Sandra- "No, no , no Jerry put one foot directly in front of the otherand sway those hips a little, not too much though. Come on girl strutyour stuff. Pucker those lips. That's it you go girl go." CLICK, CLICK , CLICK, CLICK" as she snaps photo after photo of Jerry infashion mode.Next day Jerry awakes to find a new dress on his. "And that was all he'd said, remembered Joan as she lay beside her lovers that night. She had ceased to be amazed by their capacity for love-making -- and by her own eagerness to join them. She was acting like a hormone-laden teen, and at her age, it was a little embarrassing.Joan's body was sated, but her mind just would not relax and let her sleep. Her thoughts were spinning, going from one topic to another, but always revolving around her dreams of the woman. Finally, she decided to get up,.