Obviously, she didn't feel like talking. That was fine with me.For about half an hour we were like that, me trying not to look at her, her trying to h...de the fact that she was looking at me. I had the radio turned down in case she wanted to talk, but she didn't want to talk. But you know how it is when two people are in a car, you have to talk or the silence grows oppressive."So what's west?" I asked at last.She finally turned her head to me. "What?" I said, 'what's west.'" Oh. My parents. They. I wondered if that was not the original intent and that the entire affair was part of a plot to eliminate the Native Americans from the very area they had been sent by official decree.My commanding officer gave me a stamped order that instructed me to move the Indians to the reservation in the foothills some thirty kilometers to the north. I was aghast at the order, because I suspected most of the prisoners would not finish the journey alive.We made a desperate sight to behold as our long line. ”Gretchen was one of two corrections officers working that morning to move ACS participants from place to place in a choreographed dance that kept participants from seeing each other. Gretchen was working on the “East” side while another corrections officer, Mary Kowalski, was working on the “West” side.As the Alternative Corrections System was working its way through the courts, dozens of surveys were conducted and reams of research were produced regarding Americans’ attitudes and opinions. She was already sleeping in an red nighty.I went behind her and slept.I placed my hand on her ass she never told anything I thought she was sleeping.So I moved my hand to her boob’s I pressed it.She didnt tell anything so I opened her nighty buttons. Suddenly she woke up and slapped me and scolded me alot and threatened me that she will tell my mom dad aboutMom : what are you doing ??? Are you mad ?? I am your mom… I am going to tell your dad about thisMe : if you tell about this even I will.