He was a sixty year old man who had not reacted once to her skimpy clad attire. Not once had she seen him secretly ogling her. He was always impassive... Even now his face was a study on concentration as he worked the cream into her wrist. She relaxed and lay back on her carpet.His hands worked there way up her arm with a deft touch that would have made a professional proud. Once finished he started on her other arm. Then he worked on her toes and that was delightful. No man had ever been this. He spoke loud enough for everybody to hear, "Son, it appears that Little Buffalo doesn't think that you would be a good Cheyenne warrior. Would you like to accept this challenge for me? It will show everybody that you know the Cheyenne ways, and that you will fight for them. Besides, Little Buffalo isn't enough of a warrior to stand before me." Tom knew that Gray Eagle was insulting him to drive his anger to a dangerous level. It would give Tom his best advantage.Tom stood slowly and spoke for. “I wasn’t going to tell anyone when I moved here. I didn’t want people feeling sorry for me. I have some things I need to learn and some of them will take time. But it’s not like I’m handicapped or anything like that. I’m just a normal girl just with a really bad memory.” I grinned at her trying to lighten the mood.“After last night you call yourself normal!” her tone worried me, I had thought she was ok with what happened last night.“Last night you weren’t normal, you were incredible.” Wishes. I hadn’t dressed since my last divorce. But, I wouldn’t let those thoughts creep into my mind and spoil my mood. I chose a teal colored knit dress, coweled at the collar and belted at the waist, I kicked aside my practical loafers and stepped into a pair of 2′ sienna leather heels. I gave myself an approving nod and went straight to the table to gather things for my interview. There was really no gathering to be done because I suddenly realized I hadn’t touched anything since Friday afternoon..