It had been bad enough missing Millie. Boots had now reminded him that there was a lush, sexual woman under that buckskin. Now he had a mental image o... Boots, naked, beckoning to him to come and enjoy her sexuality. For some reason, though, his image was of her dancing around a fire, naked, like some people thought Indian women did. It was foolish, of course. All the Indian women he'd ever met were just like their white counterparts, just thinking about where their next meal would come from,. Ain't that right, Earl... I mean Sheriff." Norman now was face-to-face with Elizabeth. Even through her lingering marijuana cobwebs, she could see every scar on his pockmarked face. His breath almost made her wretch. Slowly she dropped her arms to her sides. A look of hatred and defiance never left her face."Oooweee, them are some first-rate titties there." Now, Norm, we don't allow no sexual harassment in this county," laughed the Sheriff. "Call 'em... ah... call 'em first-rate breasts. Maybe she understood? Maybe she was going to forgive me? I was hoping for anything other then her calling my girlfriend and telling her I was some crazy disgusting pervert!I waited in fear, until she spoke… "Well, Jason I guess it “HAS” been two weeks since you got laid. I’ve noticed that you have been going trough my panty drawer as some of my panties have moved, but what I didn’t appreciate was the black thong I wore the other day… you know the one where the inside crotch was soaking wet and. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her. His natural shyness was about to vanish. Then, he was overcome by an inexplicable fear. What if she just disappears? What it would be to know that she was gone. Peter’s passion was becoming obsession. For a brief moment, he wished he hadn’t seen her at all. Then, he tried to convince himself that she was not the most beautiful creature in the world. The thought was absurd so he discarded it. She was walking with confident steps. Her small feet.