He walked tall, his head up in a quiet dignity, a man defeated, but not conquered, never conquered. He was surrounded by soldiers and some of his peop...e. He recognized Little Big Man, once his friend, now wearing a blue coat. Dust rose around the fort as people moved to see the man following the captain, voices rolled through the crowd. ‘Is that the one?’ ‘They should hang him.’ ‘He doesn’t look that fierce now.’ The voices rose in a steady din until the captain stopped, slamming his heel onto. “Are you Kiyan Roberts?”“Yeah, that’s me. Who are you?”“Name’s Fabio.”“Strange name.”“My mom’s portuguese. We moved here from Portugal when I was 4.” Fabio’s accent was funny for Kiyan. Funny, yet quite adorable.“We’re gonna be in the same class. I know the names of everyone in our class this year.” Continued Fabio. “By the way, someone up there who wants to talk to you.”Fabio left and Kiyan, sitted on the stairs, looked behind him and saw Jake Warsavage, his best friend.“Jakey!? What are you. It was all right during the day, when Renee was with her, sharing time and making her laugh. But now, in the dark night, she missed all her chums and her parents. She listened to the love songs softly playing and wondered if she would ever dream of her own lover. Sad as she was, tiredness won out, and Betsy fell asleep, to dream of a Prince driving a shiny car and holding her hand with long,elegant fingers. The rest of the week passed quickly. Renee kept her busy, getting her new home. I looked down and realized while the blood had drained out of my head, it apparently drained into my "other head." I was hard as a rock."Yeah," I replied meekly. "Well, you better come home so I can show you what it is like to fuck a real 'loose slut' and try not to worry all the way home. I love you more than everything."I mumbled, "I love you, too," and got up to return home. My brain had given up on trying to figure out how I felt because I was horrified, yet oddly turned on. The feeling in.