Abrupt. Almost weird. He looked nearly frustrated, confused, hesitant, but there was also a look of yearning. Then he slowly slid his right hand thru ...he hair just above falling onto my forehead, and tugged at it slightly. I could sense a playful innocent frustration in his grip. A hint of desperation. An urge. I felt as if I was watching myself from the outside, almost out of control, I got up, stepped closer slowly, reached the back of his neck, leaned in, and kissed him gently. He held on to. I'm a psychologist and I'm treating Cassandra for what is commonly known as amnesia." So what the fuck's that got to do with me?" I said angrily. I never had had much faith in all these shrinks and the like, with all their psychobabble."Everything, Mr Elks, believe me. Cassie is in what we call a fugue state; have you any idea what that is?" Not the slightest and I don't much care." Mr Elks, Cassandra's condition is not only extremely rare, it's almost unheard of for it to have lasted as long. "You said that you were mostly Sioux. Is there something else?' she inquired."My Great Grandfather, Mahplye Icahtagye (Touches the Clouds) took a second Wife when his first Wife died. This new Wife was not Sioux, but Irish with red hair and freckles. Some said that she was ugly because of the freckles, but never to her face or within her hearing, as she was a woman of great Power. She sat on the tribal council even after Great Grandfather's death. She also bore him several Sons and two. Franklin to tuck my legs under me on the couch. It was only after I had been this way for quite some time that I happened to glance at Mr. Franklin and saw that he was looking down at my bottom. I pretended not to notice where his glance was and continued with the discussion. As soon as I could, though, I moved my hand to my bottom and realized that my skirt had ridden up and at least three quarters of my naked ass was staring Mr. Franklin in the face. Because of the way I was sitting he was.