I never got the chance to do either.Two soldiers appeared out of nowhere and assisted their fallen comrade out of the fitness center, while a very ele...gantly dressed man approached me from a side room. He was tall, thin, surprisingly elegant, and had an aura of power and violence surrounding him.I waited, my chest heaving as I tried to suck in more of the thin, mountain air.He didn't make me wait long. This guy was used to getting straight to the point. I could tell he had no time to waste and. As it turned out, the Miwok had friends in those same areas. The Miwok were peaceable, for the most part, and did quite a bit of trading with the more 'warlike' tribes. Information was traded, as well. The Comanche, Apache, and others, could see the handwriting on the wall. They knew that if it came to a fight, they would lose to the better armed easterners.None of them were very trusting when it came to the whiteyes. The People had been given promises before, but none had been kept long enough. I looked up as I stood up and smiled at the young black man. I could see a bulge in the front of his pants and a nice smiling face.I spotted a lingerie store just on the other side of the hall and I then decided to see how well he would play. Stopping just before I went into the store, I turned and smiled at him. He was standing there staring after me. His right hand was rubbing the bulge in his pants.But he did not follow me into the store. So I made a quick purchase of three sexy thong. " Yeah, but honey," Mike said. "That crowd at the finish line will make the dogs awful wild." They won't be wild for me," Tiffany insisted. "They're good dogs." What do you think, Mark?" Mike asked."So long as somebody's there to catch them, it probably would be all right. The crowd'll get a race that way." All right, Tiffany," Mike said, over Kirsten's glare. "Go ahead and finish. Josh, do you know the route down to the lake?" Yeah, down the road, right a couple hundred yards, then down the.