He remarried, anyway, became a fucking Mormon, and now has a nice, fancy white-bread Mormon family life with the seven half-sisters that he gave me. Y...ah ... half-sisters, all of them. Not a boy in sight. Serves the prick right for forgetting that I exist. I get that he couldn't make it work with Mama. She can be a handful, especially to a white guy not used to Navaho culture and the dominant role of women in it, but he could still have shown up at my Little League games now and then. That. If you were to cause a fuss now, what would happen? People would get caught in the middle, someone would hurt or even killed, you’d just get arrested, same with Sophia, and the two of you would probably be executed. What would you have to show for your efforts then? And even if you were a knight, you’d still have to endure indignation and follow orders you don’t believe. You can’t change everything at once, no matter how angry or right you may be. No amount of righteous momentum can withstand. He then started to comb her hair while spraying it with hair spray while I help W slip on a pair of dark blue shoes. He then fastened a rosary around her neck. Finally, he sprayed W with some sweet smelling perfume to keep her smelling fresh.“Now we’re done. I am now going back. You can leave when you are done with the body but remembered the guidelines I told you earlier. No traces and no sex. She’s all yours now.” With that, Mr M left and locked the door behind him.In front of me now lay a. This is the first time that happened to me.I finally decided I was ready to try to pick up on a guy. I went to a bar near my place. I was only 19, but they didn't ID me. I was getting a lot of stares, but no one was talking to me or anything. Finally one guy came up and asked if he could buy me a drink. I ordered a cosmo and sat next to him. He was probably about 20 years old. Clean shaven and in good shape. Tanned skin and piercing eyes. Veeerrry sexy. I had my target. We chatted.