However it was Thunder Face – or to give him his correct name, Face like a Thunder Cloud – who had been a fellow Sweat Lodge Ritual participant, w...o showed up in the cook house one breakfast time, about a week after our arrival. He was well named, as even among the Pikani he was thought to be grim of face and gloomy. He greeted me with my sweat lodge ritual name, and I returned his greeting, using his secret, ritual name, before he switched to my tribal name."Des Flying Horse, I have a message. Reggie knew none of this, and she kept it that way.If Reggie found out, she’d be thrown out. She wouldn’t be able to score any more of the crack from the vault.After a few days had passed, she realized that she was into Reggie only because of the crack he sold through the restaurant. The restaurant became a front for the real money that came through crack. Reggie knew that he couldn’t bribe the cops and the assemblyman for much longer. They always wanted more, and if Reggie didn’t give them. Men kept secrets from men, and only revealedthem by accident. Women revealed them by design and purpose... to otherwomen.Sleep overtook me before I could reflect further upon it. Orgasms, goodorgasms, make for good sleeping. * * *So, there we were, carrying out our master plan. Heels and hoses, ankletsand bracelets, ear rings and nose rings, hiked up skirts and panties,hoisting bras and short blouses with lace, with ribbons, with cute littlebows, our faces. Dress for a cocktail party."On the flight to Atlanta I thought about the things that I still wanted to do to BJ and I wondered just how far she was going to let me go before she got her back up and told me to fuck off. Frankly, I was surprised that she had gone as far as she had. I was beginning to think that I was right in my assumption that she secretly wanted to do a lot of what I was having her do and was glad that she had an excuse to fall back on if needed. Barbara Jane could deny it all.