She was intelligent, quiet at first, but had a wicked sense of humour and could hold her own in any conversation. She was about the same height as Mag...ie, at five foot six, but in many ways physically very different. She was blond to Maggie’s brunette. Although she dressed modestly, she was obviously very curvy beneath and I couldn’t help speculating how large her breasts were. She dressed in primary colours, whereas Maggie liked quieter tones. Her accent suggested that she came from the North. I continued to massage her breasts, always starting from the bottom and ending with her nipples in my hands. I heard her begin to breathe a little heavier as I continued to massage her breasts. She never said a word as she leaned back into my body to show her approval. Her nipples felt amazing pressed against the palms of my hands. I slowly slipped my right hand down to the bottom of her nightgown. I grabbed the bottom of the nightgown and lifted It up over her breasts. I then began to massage. Me, I'm an outgoing sort of person; some say I'm not a real Pikani." He laughed when he said it, but judging by his physique it would be a brave Brave who questioned Eddy Two Bears' parentage.Eddy explained the role of the Dream Catcher. "He's a mixture of Medicine Man, Shaman and psychologist, all rolled into one. He interprets people's dreams. The Pikani were doing that long before Freud, Jung or Adler came up with their theories."He grinned at me. "I've got a degree in sociology and. " I should have known better," the man said, abashed. "But the disguise was more to protect my identity from those who may watch the door of the world's greatest detective than from the man himself."Holmes preened at the flattery as our guest peeled off his moustache and hair, revealing a clean-shaven face and blond features that indeed looked nothing at all like the man who ascended our stair."If you will humour me, Mr Holmes," he continued. "I have read Dr Watson's accounts of your cases with.