************************** As the man stood to his feet to welcome her for the interview, Veronica dropped her purse right in front of his desk. Oops!...I’m sorry, she said as she bent down to retrieve her purse, as she did so, the man who was still standing, got a full down blouse view of her gorgeous tits. ‘There, sorry I dropped my purse’, she apologized again. The man was still in a daze, it’s been a long time since he had set eyes on such an arousing sight. He marvelled at her figure too.. Score one for the odd ball.The skies were overcast, but free of rain or snow and there was talk of sunshine this weekend and slightly warmer temperatures, perfect for a dance and, in my case, a road trip.Connor and I kept our discussions to common place things, silently agreeing not to bring up his questionable humanity. We also discussed where we were going."How did you know I wasn't going to some play with my aunt?" It was the excuse I'd fed people when they kept pushing."Easy. She helps set. But that move brought his arm torest against hisleft breast creating a totally foreign feeling. Helooked down and his hair fell across his face. He pushed it back andstared wide eyed at Beth.In a weak shaky voice he said, "Beth? Beth? What's happened?"He heard his voice again. He reached up and cupped his new breasts. Heran his hands down his sides following the curve of his small waist andwider hips and then moved forward to feel between hiss legs. He lookedup at Beth. His mouth opened and. Once I started hanging around with you two, Grandfather Longsteer started teaching me about my heritage. I’m a quarter Cheyenne, just based on his blood. But his wife was half Arapaho. It was my mother—three-quarters Indian—who married a white cowboy. I figured out the percentages and I think that makes me three-eighths Native American. Next summer, I’m going up to Montana to the reservation to study my cultural heritage.”“Wow! We’re only like a sixty-fourth or a hundred and twenty-eighth, or.