Her long black hair was currently pulled back into a pony tail for convenience sake and the dark bags under her honey colored eyes, a gift from her fa...her, were showing the stress of the last few weeks. Her mother Helen Peterson had wanted to be a doctor all of her life and both she and her family were ecstatic when she got a scholarship to the University of Nebraska to study medicine. She’d planned for everything that is everything except meeting Kelly’s father. Walter Ucumba was an exchange. . wonderful, sogood, so good when we move like this." I pressed back and then rockedforward. In an instant we were locked in perfect motion. I swung my headaround as my passion built. I noticed the basement window. I knew that ifsomeone had looked in that dirty basement window it would've looked likea teenage boy was fucking his girlfriend.We humped like that for what seemed like hours but I know it was onlyseconds.I felt him start shaking and then he was grunting loudly in my ear as Ifelt his. Her eyes fall down to the sidewalk, embarrassed. She sees Becca's little shoes step up against hers, then feels her date's fingers under her chin. They lift her face up to Becca's. "I've heard that if you kiss at the beginning of a date, then a lot of the anxiety is just, like washed away…" Becca suggests, weakly. Her eyes are gigantic and have a subtle sparkle about them. Her tiny, pink tongue gently wets her lips in nervous anticipation. Oh God… kiss her Stacy… remember to breathe first.. He ate a meager breakfast of toast and very strong coffee before he began to stroll the dusty roads of the reservation. Her students were busy studying when Wind In Her Hair looked up and scanned the hallway again for the stranger. Blackhawk had told her to expect him, that he had made arrangements for him to be directed to her classroom should he choose to visit. She wondered who this stranger was and what was he doing on the reservation. Blackhawk had only told her he was a teacher visiting.