Schließlich begrüßte mein Onkel auch mich. "Marie ... Kind ... was bist du groß geworden!" Ausgiebig wanderte sein Blick über meinen Körper. "Du...bist ja mittlerweile eine erwachsene Frau geworden, was?" Er nickte anerkennend und wir schüttelten uns die Hände. "Jetzt merke ich erst, wie lange ich weg gewesen bin", sagte er, während sein Blick wieder zu meinen Brüsten wanderte.Zugegeben, dieser Blick gefiel mir. Ich war ziemlich stolz auf meinen Busen und setzte ihn schon eine ganze Weile lang. The Leader of the Indian Nation welcomes him and after a brief introduction, stands back to listen.“My fellow Americans,” begins the Pres. “I’m from Washington, and I’m here to help you.”“HUZZANGA,” roars the audience.“We will build roads and schools,” says the Pres.“HUZZANGA,” from the crowd.“My government will build you a hospital, and the army will supply medical professionals.”“HUZZANGA,” again says the populace.The President is happy at the reception. He goes to the local leader and says. The Native chick was usually quiet and reserved, but not when Veronica had her tongue on her button. An embarrassed group leader had to interrupt as he thought someone in the tent was having a seizure.The Kenyan courtesan was waiting near the foot of the brass bed when her lightly tanned California counterpart walked into the room. The anxious Japanese client sitting on the chair in the corner was smoking a cigarette with a look of frenzied anticipation on his face. No one spoke. Keisha. Her work hours were flexible. She was even going to be able to get by without Paul's income. It would be tight, but her needs were few. What DID she want out of life?She realized she had no idea. She had no dream—no long term plans. She didn't know where she wanted to be in five years, or what she wanted to be doing. She felt like she was in a dream ... a bad dream, and couldn't wake up.She realized he was looking at her, waiting for her to reply. She had no idea of what to say."Another.