After we were married her shyness with me left with the dawn of the first day. Her body was beautiful but she never dressed to show her cleavage or be...utiful hips. Other than some closed mouth kissing, her body was off limits to me ‘until we are married’. . As I studied psychology in college, along with the premedical sciences I was taking, I gradually began to listen to how she constructed her sentences. Began to listen to the inflections and tones of her speech to me. She was always super. The older boy looked different to her now. He seemed almost a man, and for a second as she forced her eyes from the boy's penis to the young man's face, she wondered how she ever had considered him anything else. It was a man masturbating the boy, kissing him deeply and whispering something intimate. She couldn't, wouldn't look away as the man's hand grabbed the penis just behind the head and pulled it out and back. The boy's eyes were almost closed and his hips twitched. Her hips were. Once William had left the room, he turned to the council with a smile on his face. In a matter of fact voice, he said, "He was a difficult student."Outside, William sat down on the bench on one of the picnic tables that were scattered around in front of the activity center. Danny White Feather, his cousin, was seated across the table from him.He was guarding the door of the activity center, but that didn't require him to stand in front of it. With a grin, Danny said, "You stirred up a hornet's. I walked up a grassy hill leading to a cemetery plot surrounded by well wishers. I stood stonefaced as the polished Cherrywood casket was lowered into the ground, the priest began to speak but his words fell upon my ears as mere mumbles. My gaze shifted to the carefully chiselled Marble headstone. "Here lies Jason Brewster, beloved son and brother. 1984-2005"After the service I picked up a handful of dirt and tossed it in, then as the crowd began to thin I pulled a photo from my pocket and.