Comanche are the supreme light cavalrymen, if not in the world, then at least here in the American west. No one, and I mean no one, can match them in ...ighting on horseback! They can fire a torrent of arrows at an enemy while riding on, under, or around a horse. The Comanche can do feats of horsemanship that put circus performers to everlasting shame." That good, eh?" commented Jase."You'd better believe it. And don't ever try to outrun a Comanche horse. It's one rare horse indeed that can do. Most days, I jerk off before I come to school just so I didn’t have to deal with errant woodies in school. I’d be the laughing stock if I did.Class passed by with me barely paying attention. A part of my brain kept going over to what Kevin was saying about that girl in the video. I saw only a bit of it, but it was enough to get an impression.There was no way the girl was faking. There was a look in her eyes, of pure bliss. She was really into it. That or she was a world class liar. I seen. Yes, it was him indeed, still dressed in his construction outfit, a workman full of dust and mud. After turning in the passport to me, I got photocopies and turned it back. He said thanks and headed toward the door; he was about to cross the threshold, as I yelled at him: “Hey, listen to me! wait!” I don’t yet know how in the hell I had the guts, imprudence, audacity and shameless to call him. I said, stuttering my next words: “Oh… I… Uh… well, do you want… would you?... I mean, would you. There is no glimpse, no hint of what is waiting on the other side of the door. Your hand reaches out, your left hand, with the shiny engagement ring. A simple rat-a-tat-tat beats out the signal to let you in.I open the door, smiling, stepping to the side to let you enter. I watch you as I close the door behind you. You look around, admiring the room then take a few steps forward to stare out the window, admiring the view of the city from our elevated perspective. I step behind you, my fingers.