To Don, Spearfish Lake wasn't a lot different from Clearwater, from Muscatine. They were still all small towns, and they all took a bit of learning. T...ere was a hidden power structure, no matter what the voters said; every town had a couple of loudmouthed old women that came to all the council meeting and bitched ignorantly about everything that happened; any town like Spearfish Lake had their own agenda, one where government was rarely high on the list, except maybe when tax time rolled. So it was that Ivory decided to tell the village that she was prepared to assume the duty of being Ptarmigan’s husband should the Chief never return and that the spirits had sanctioned such an unconventional role. It was a difficult concept to expound to the village, but Ivory persevered nonetheless. As she explained, a shaman was already known to be a special type of person. After all, a precedent had already been set. The absent shaman was distinctly different with her dark skin and alien. Zaman described to her the first international assignment, which would require them to travel to Vietnam, where they would meet with their clients from Germany.During the conversation, Mr. Zaman told her that they were the 2nd most important clients of the firm and required them to agree on three matters, which would ensure business for the next 2 years with these clients. This is indispensable for the profitable survival of the firm. This scared Nusrat, as she asked shakily, "how am I going to. We all owe the cunt a seriously sore butt hole. Especially given how she treated both you and Dennis, but especially Dennis. The girl needs to learn that equality and respect are a two-way street, right, hon?" April smirked at the visions in her head of that spoiled brat getting her ass reamed by a cross-dresser.Who said that transvestites were always wimps? Judging by Jake, they were quite wrong. Sarah would be taught lessons tonight that would never go away, much like the pain in her.