Wishing, hoping, that he would come in and kiss her. Wake her from her sleep and make love to her. Oh, what a dream. She pulled off her hooded sweatsh...rt and shorts and crawled into bed. Her legs glided across the flannel sheets and her boy-short underwear started to bunch. Reaching under the covers, she pulled them off. ‘Much better,’ she whispered. Within minutes, she was in a deep sleep. ********** ‘Ali! ALI! Wake up!’ Ali shot up in her bed and looked into soft green eyes. She was. This woman waswhite and maybe about 30 but still veryattractive. Once he was sure she was comingto him Jack set down his magazine and stoodup."Hello, I'm Karen. You must be Jack," shesaid, introducing herself."Yes," he replied."Please come with me," Karen said. Sheturned and led Jack into the same corridor he had entered on previous visits,but into a different room.Inside the room was the same as the othersJack had been in. There was the papercovered examination table in the centerof the room. I didn't know there was such a thing," she replied with a matching smile. Then, although she knew that her tolerance for alcohol was very limited, she said, "I guess, since it's sacramental, I could have a small one."The nun sat on the desk and the priest sat on the only chair in his small room as, for the next hour they discussed the school and its problems. At the same time, the nightcap became a nightgown and maybe even sheets, blankets and pillow. During this time the priest became more and. At this point, the Comanches had only bows and arrows as missile weapons, so my guns were entirely adequate for my personal protection. Of course, the Comanches preferred to fight from their horses, and that brought into play their lances and war clubs. The horse could make a fearsome weapon itself under the right circumstances. At least they were still not using saddles and stirrups, so they were not as formidable as they could have been.Much to my surprise, Fawn started to agitate to go with.