Shortly before nightfall, I was back in the livestock area walking around when I saw her. She was almost as tall as I was, which is unusual for a teen...ged girl. I was already pushing six feet. She was mucking out a pen with a big rake. She wore jeans and a western shirt with a straw cowboy hat on her head, one, long, braid of coal black hair down her back. She was a long and lean girl. She had a beautiful ass, one of those high, firm, teenaged-girl asses which seems so adult in comparison to. They will learn to make their own moccasins, and eventually learn what is required to become a warrior. They will learn the warrior trade from a female warrior, so that they can understand that no matter which sex you are, you can be dangerous in a fight. Take them away, John.” As John led them away to allocate them a sleeping place, and see what furs might be available for their use, the older youth mumbled to him, “Chief Numa is a powerful woman; quite frightening in how she controls. McDonnell. How are you? Are you alright? I heard screaming, she asked. Oh ummm. Its hard to explain Ms. McDonnell, Lindsay said, red-faced. Oh I see youre on your period. Do u need a tampon? Ms. McDonnell said. What! Oh yes. Yes thats it. Um, no. I am ok. I have some, Ms. McDonnell. Good bye, Ms. McDonnell. No, no. I should come in, Ms. McDonnell said, pushing the door open. Lindsay pushed back holding it where it was. Oh, no need for that Ms. McDonnell. I will just have some sprite and lay. It would not be seemly for the French or British to put on extravagant parties for the holidays when they had men dying by the thousands at the front. But we weren’t under any sort of restrictions, and the American Ambassador, William Sharp, had decided that we would celebrate the season in the normal fashion, which meant the large banquet, with a small orchestra for after-dinner dancing, would go on as usual. Diplomats from all of the nations that still had embassies in Paris, along with.