"Good, so what are we celebrating. Our first complete week without a murder?" Roger asked."Sure why not. I think I have shown remarkable self control....I might have felt like strangling your skinny ass, but I did resist," Hillary said."In that case we should go dancing," Roger suggested."I think not, I don't dance," she said."So what do you do on dates, that are not dates?" Roger asked."You don't want to do that either," she said."Oh well if it involves the sacrifice of small animals, no I. She responded appropriately and a week later was in his bed, naked and enjoying his hard shaft pleasuring her.She would always have her liaisons anywhere but in her own apartment. She had learned about that when living alone for the first time. She had two intimate boyfriends at the time and she was in her bed enjoying one when her doorbell rang. Putting on a robe she answered the door and it was her other boyfriend, stopping by unannounced, probably to see if he could get a spontaneous piece.. ”The men in the room echoed Markus’s lustful utterance.“Oh, Amber.”It wasn’t long before Amber’s talented tongue was bringing Markus off. His hips bucked frantically, and his soul twisted and tore with confusion as he came inside the volleyball player’s mouth, filled her with his spunk, and loved it.It was perfect.Well, nearly.“Fuck me,” Amber moaned, and Markus staggered back at the request.“No,” he said hoarsely. “I ... I can’t.”Amber almost looked hurt for a second, as hurt as Markus felt on. He gave me my Kiowa name, Tall Grass, here."Brooke said, "I recognize this place from your painting. Your painting captured the look and feel of the place. I know Black Eagle is proud of you."Howie said a few works in Kiowa."It was this time of year when I met him," Howie said. "It seems like a long time ago, but it wasn't really that long ago. He sure influenced me and I think for the better. I was a skinny, ignorant, misfit when I met Black Eagle. I have a debt of honor to him."They walked.