.I have often fantasied about a situation like this......you tied up, me fucking. What do you say....then I heard a soft laugh...you dick has answered... for you...but....what do you say? Hear me get fucked or stay naken, tied to a three? I just nodded my head"--------------------------------------------------------------"Good boy", you replied.....moved down with your head again.....and I felt your mouth around my dick. Soft swirl of your tounge, fingers playing. Then you moved down between my. . Tight tall Tina maybe? She felt warm for her class-mate, who shared her skinny long-legged locust´s looks. Before holiday Tina had told her about her hot wishes to get an intimate tattoo.A virgin, she was too shy to go an old hippie-rocker tattoo artist to ask for it. Connie could imagine the loathing of Tina. Why weren´t there any normal lady tattoo artists in their town, she wondered. She should bring up the subject with her elder sister Leslie and Gina, she tought. And fell asleep.After. Carter somehow, while she tried to talk the woman out of doing anything goofy.He felt too guilty to just hang around the room, though; it was his fault, too. If there was going to be any flak over what she'd seen, he ought to go out there and take his share, so Jerry slipped into his robe and found some slippers and moved toward the voices he heard in the kitchen.There was the clink of glass on glass, and the rattle of ice cubes. Good, he thought; his mother had Mrs. Carter drinking, settling. It smelled of soil, it smelled of rock, it smelled of death, a burning death fed in half-lives. But the elders knew of the angry spirits and desecration at Jackpile Mine, where time was measured in the spirits’ tears. **** Later the elder council met again with another great father and more papers were signed, more treaties and the white men were allowed on the reserve to dig in the earth. Some of the elders worried that the digging would disturb the sacred spirits on their land, they asked.