"Remember our heritage and what happened to our tribe many moons ago. Thunderbird had to do the same thing to keep the tribe going. I want you to do t...he same. Keeping our tribe alive, is the number one goal here," I told him with a stern voice.He looked at me nodding his head. "I will do as you ask, even though I don't like it," he said back to me."That is my boy, I know I can count on you to keep the tribe alive and strong," I said back to him with a slap on his back.Just then a runner came up. ‘Because I don’t fucking care, it’s all true anyways.’ ‘I heard you. Cheryl’s on my floor.’ Why did I tell her? Why did I do that? Fear, fear, ancient fear. Fear and conditioning to do whatever they want. Do whatever they want and they will break your glasses but they won’t beat you up. Say whatever they want you to say and they won’t throw you around by the hair. I realize I am stroking my neck and I do not have long hair anymore. It disappeared in the last five weeks. I don’t remember them. "But these are way more comfythan my normal gym clothes," he attempted and failed to make the bottomof the tanktop meet the top of his shorts, leaving a noticeable gapbetween the two where his mid section was left exposed giving everyonea clear glimpse of his cute belly."Yeah, well, boy's wear ugly baggy clothes," Becky said with adisgusted tone. "Girls get to wear cute tight clothes, that make uslook good," she said with a girlish giggle. "I guess that's a point infavor of being a girl! But. The guys would sit at a café or someplace and make a very quiet comment about a girl walking past. Nothing she could hear, and nothing rude or stupid – remember that Steph and I were there too, and even so, none of the three are like that. The game was that they had to mention some quality about the woman that they could see clearly with just a look. Mostly, our husbands would mention obvious shit that took no heart to pick out. But Will would blow Steph and I away with his observations every.