"mmmmm" is my sleepy reply. His games are always exciting, and through my grogginess I feel a spark of interest and excitement kindle inside. He shift...s on the bed, pulling the sheets from over us. I try to curl up into a warm ball, but his strong, confident hands take hold of me. "No, none of that, baby, we need you just so," as he rolls me onto my tummy. There's a large lump there - he's placed one of the big, firm pillows in the middle of the bed, and it makes my ass stick up 'just the way he. You're into that kind of thing? I tried it but it bored me. I mean, that stuff doesn't really happen." "No, no. I just read it for fun. I read other stuff. I've read all of Jane Austen. I like nineteenth century novels. I read good stuff too. This is just for wasting time." "I'm teasing you, girl. It's cool. You can have your fantasies. I have a few of my own. So who are you then? You're not from here. I know everyone here. Who are you?" "I told you. I'm Diana. We moved here last month. I think. The doctor said everything else is fine and you're in very good health. It's probably what kept you from having this happen even sooner." Moving on to another subject," I began. "Michelle, you know I love you. It took me a while to realize it but I do. Will you marry me?"She looked at me in surprise, but quickly recovered."Yes. I will. I will marry you," she cried, tears now flowing freely. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me closely.It took a while before she regained her composure. It was larger than the other drums he could see and appeared to have twine or vines wrapped around the diameter."The drum is the heartbeat of our Mother, our connection to where we live. It is to be respected, and we thank the tree that gave us the wood and the animal that gave its hide for its creation."Jean was impressed with the way they treated nature and revered it, living with what it supplied and respecting it. Unlike what he had seen before coming to this new wilderness."Drums are like.