She still had a job as a teacher in a local school, teaching Mongolian high schoolers English, so that they can enter the world of business, trading...with other nations through the International Language of English. But her pay was not enough.It was one Thursday evening. There was a knock on Natasha's door. Tanya was in her room, reading the latest Russian equivalent of Vogue magazine. As Natasha was trying to cook some Gulash soup for her and her daughter, she went towards the front door and. . and made her grovel for it.The sleek silver and grey Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the casino, and the chauffeur whose name she'd never even heard came around to help her out. She wondered if he even had a name, and she wished he hadn't stopped in so obvious a place, under all those lights. She felt that anyone who saw her would know exactly where she'd been and what she'd been doing.She walked into the brightness of the casino, through the milling throngs of tourist gamblers, and looked. " Kelly bit her lip and thought about it. She then nodded her head and said that as soon as he returned from hunting, that she would talk to him. Moon Flower heaved a sigh of relief.She then went out to see how Raven was doing in her work. She snorted again, "Raven, what kind of a name was Raven?" She hoped that Fighting Hawk gave her a real Cheyenne name. She hoped that he would name Kelly too. She hated the white man's names almost as much as she hated Raven's name. She realized that her. She cleared her throat so that she could talk normally. “Oh hey, I just woke up what’s up?” She sat up straight in her bed so she could lean back against the headboard. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Ryan apologized. “Don’t worry it’s OK. Do you need something?” she asked. Kimber figured there had to be something he wanted to be calling this early. “I was calling to ask if you wanted to hang out today.” “Right now?” Kimber asked. “Yeah,” Ryan said. Kimber looked at the time. It was.