Gwen and I met on the net and my life has not been the same since. I knew things would go great between us because our talks were just normal talks. N...ither one of us even mentioned the word sex while we got to know each other. I know that usually, people are interested in favorite positions, how many partners, how big body parts are, etc. Things were just different with Gwen. We talked almost all day every day for about a week or so and we started to get closer and closer. We even ventured. "Wait, you've never even kissed a guy?" I asked."No." She said. "Not before you. This whole thing has been weird." You're telling me." I said."Shakzula, the mic rula, the old schoola, you won a trip, he'll bring it to ya!" My phone chimed. I grabbed it and swiped across the screen to answer it. I hit the speaker button."Yello!" I said loudly."Mr. Smalls? This is the clinic, where you brought the young lady earlier today. We were told to call you with the results as soon as we had them." A young. " She wrinkled her forehead. 'Are you hungry?"I smiled and admitted that I was. She took me to the low-ceilinged kitchen which had obviously been added to the house, and sliced me some ham and then cut me some bread, holding the loaf against her body and sawing toward her pointed boobies in a disturbing manner. I ate well and drank her cider while she watched, tapping her toe, my note at her lips. "Perhaps, ' she said, after thinking for a while," I should get someone's advice before I give all. At the same time they left the voting question up to the individual states. So, in many states, we weren’t given the right to vote until years after the Second World War was over.”One of the ranchers remarked, “I never knew that!”Jason continued, “It was less than twenty years ago when the Federal Government finally stopped its ‘relocation programs’ whose goals were to move the Indians off the reservations and into urban areas. They believed by doing so they could separate us from our culture.