"Che said you might like to love me."The simple English structure of her words might have left the impression of a shy and hesitant young girl. Howeve..., her eyes and stance said otherwise. She was on the shorter side, like most of the native girls, probably about five two. Her dark hair hung down to the middle of her back and looked silky smooth and shiny. Her dark eyes flashed with not only confidence but also invitation and knowledge. This was no shrinking violet, but a fiery blossom. Her. One day you inherit all that is Ragnarsson but today you will receive my most prized possession.”He unbuckled his belt with sword and scabbard.“Grandfather you bestow me with such a gift of honor, more than the sword I treasure your gesture and the meaning but I shall decline this gift for now. It is so much part of what everyone associates with you. I would not be allowed to wear this sword; it would gather dust until I was old enough. It is Mördaren and it is meant to be worn and I will wear. The only access is by water, there are no road access. We will make one more camp at Kettle Falls before we put the canoe in the water.”“Are the falls very big there?” she ventured.“No there are no falls there now. Once Coulee Dam was finished the river backed up flooding the falls, ruined a very good fishing spot for the native Americans who use to fish there about twice a year, no one ever took any pictures of them either - so as long as the dam remains they are lost to anyone who might have. If Anna is still cheerleading I should be able to get on the computer and watch some nice porn. If not, well I'll just have to do it in my room.I go to work. Most of the time is on the phone or emailing customers but in my spare moments I eye some of my sexier co-workers or fantasize. I find myself looking at a picture of my wife and daughter that I keep on the desk. Anna looks really nice in it. I shake my head. "That Mark should have been more patient. Oh well, it's his loss."The day goes.