”“No! It’s time for us to become masters of our own destiny! Your culture clashed with the culture of the white and lost. It lost because the cu...ture had been weakened. Disease had destroyed entire families. The old had died without passing all they knew to the young. The young were faced with a culture they didn’t understand.“Your culture was based on hunting rather than farming. You can’t stay in one spot and hunt sufficient game to feed even a small mob year round. It requires that you move. After Dad had begun to get his life back together, he reopened his practice and one of his first clients happened to be Rebecca's ex-husband, Richard (Rebecca and Dad intentionally call him "Dick" despite his protestation that he doesn't like that traditional nickname), seeking legal advice about divorce. Apparently he found another woman he wanted to be with and Rebecca wouldn't sign the divorce papers. Once Dad found out who Dick's wife was, he almost went through with a plan to ruin Dick. As I liftedShirley's hair to check the collar line I casually gave them the answerbefore continuing to bend my knees as I double checked the hair line. Ihad deliberately made a point of being more concerned with getting thehair style right than the answer to the maths. Both Shirley andJasmine, who were maths graduates from Yale, and rated as top tradersin the city, let out simultaneous gasps of astonishment."How did you do that?!!!" Jasmine screeched."Do what?" I replied unconcernedly as I. Confusing… ‘Why are you doing it then?’ It came out as a whisper. My own voice didn’t seem to be working properly at all. He laughed softly. ‘Good question. There doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it. I have to kiss you.’ When I turned in his arms he did just that. His mouth was gentle at first, his tongue tentatively seeking my own as he gathered me close, fitting my softness into the hard planes of his body. And just as before, when he deepened the kiss, I began to lose all sense of.