.. Emily."Brooke stared at him, finally considering the words he had said."O.K. Who were you fucking in our daughter's bed if it wasn't Emily?" It was... Ronni, Brooke. I was with Ronni."Brooke paused again, trying to make the words compute."What?" I was with Ronni. Emily's friend?" She's downstairs."Brooke was still unable to put the events together. All she knew was that she had seen her husband having sex with someone in their daughter's bed. The only thought that made sense in her state of. ” Jim then sat on the edge of the recliner I was lying on. “Baby, you are going to get burned. Let me put some sun screen on your back.” Uh oh, I thought. Jim is up to something. He untied the back string of my top and the string around my neck; and he began applying sun screen to my back. “What are you doing?” I asked in something approaching a ‘stage whisper’. “Just making sure my baby doesn’t get burned.” Jim said as he massaged the lotion into my back, allowing his fingers to wander down. White Woman and Lone Wolf shared a love she would never have believed possible before or right after her capture.She shared the life of the nomadic community, moving from camp ground to camp ground in summer as grass around the camp gave out for the ponies and the buffalo food supply also migrated. Red Feather and even Sings in the Morning had become almost as dear to her as parents as was her father, Sean, back in Naw'lins. Another thing she never though would ever be possible.The little boy. Mr. Jennings bought it for me and insisted I wear it. Youwouldn't see the garter bumps through my heavy pinstriped wool suit, butthe bumps and metal clasps would be obvious to the touch. I must haveturned beet red especially when she apologized quickly for startling meafter and put her hand on my shoulder - which again must have revealedthe shoulder strap to my long line vintage bra!!!Nothing else transpired between us at that moment, but later in the daywhile I was getting ready to leave.