You have chosen a great little restaurant and drive me there... we make small talk as we drive about my flight and such things... I cannot take my eye... off of the elegant little black dress you are wearing... it has ridden up as you sit behind the wheel... I am wondering if you are wearing tights or stockings under it... just a little higher and I will know! You catch me looking at your legs and smile and tell me to stop perving... I cannot help it I say and tell you what I am thinking. Your. “Heading?”“Almost due south, a little east.”“Away from their own people.”That was about the extent of our palaver for this leg. Cayuse wasn’t much of a talker and there wasn’t much to talk about. Good chance Rosie was dead by now. Or if the Chippewas were keeping her alive, it was only for the purpose of rape and torture. Three of them and one of her.I thought back. It had been one day shy of two weeks since Cayuse and I had trailed them to that smokeless campsite. I’d had reservations about. Khalid had died, and he was dedicated to preventing anything like that from happening again. It was too deadly to be a sport, and he chose not to keep score.When school reconvened after the holidays, it took a few days for Cal to realize that he was an object of great interest to a significant percentage of the female students. When he first figured it out, his initial reaction was anger and irritation. Then he remembered Rule One: women tell each other everything. It was genetic. He should not. . it just couldn't be me. Some of them got lumps on their chests and Cheryl seemed to have the nicest, biggest lumps of all. Cheryl was in my math class and to this day I can't tell you a thing about the class except that Cheryl was in the class ... after that, it just didn't matter. She sat beside me and all I could do was stare ... and not at her face either. I thought she was the most beautiful, sexy thing I had ever seen in my short life ... or at least I thought she had the sexiest body I.