And that is the quest we went on. There have never been many of us but now there are scarcely a dozen left. When our parents died, Grandmother continu...d to educate us. She told us the stories and sang them to us from the time we were little. We learned to read and write and do math. We had all the modern conveniences but we were never registered as part of the tribe. We were refugees.”Rae’s voice took on the same story-telling tones that Gee used when he read to the children—a voice that kept. .that’s more like it, yeah?.Your body is made for fucking, you know, Karen? You deserve to be fucked hard by every man who looks at you. All those boys at Catholic High, the priests, too! They all want to stick their cocks in you, too! You’re a hot kid, Karen, you’d get those faggot priests turned on, you know? Tell me what a little cock-teaser you are, tell me you’re a bitch, a real bitch--I wanna hear you say it!? It took a bit of pinching her nipples, but I got her to. Back in the bathroom holding Lana my body still hurt. She felt as good as ever maybe better, but I still hurt. Lana helped me up when she was feeling better, and I took more than my usual time to finish. I didn't get in the shower. I simply washed up and hoped I would smell okay given from that. When I opened the door Lana was there smiling at me. "Good morning Angel I love you." I love you too, but I didn't hear the shower baby. Do you need some help?" I tried to clean up." Tried is a good. ‘Sorry but this is all I’ve got that will fit you. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and change out of those wet things’ said Angie. Jim went into the bathroom and peeled off his wet clothes and tried on the bathrobe. To his dismay, it was covered with big pink and yellow flowers and was rather short on him. As he emerged from the bathroom with his bathrobe on and his soaked clothes in his hands, Angie let out a little squeal of delight and started giggling again. She took Jim’s clothes into.