And killing all of the white men is not the answer. It would just bring more white men, until there was nothing left of the Cheyenne people. What we w...nt is to keep the people safe, not get them destroyed. We can't do that by fighting. We can kill so many white men that their dead bodies would fill every valley in the mountains, and there would still be more coming to fight. There aren't enough Cheyenne, so we have to use what we have to slow them down. There were no wagon trains this past. ” Bullshit. I wasn’t planning on doing anything on a Sunday. I never do.Jeff stood up. Well before you go, I need to show you something. He took me into his home office. It was filled with computers and big screen displays, color laser printers and a bunch of other high tech stuff. He pointed me to the couch and sat in his executive chair. “Trent. We have a problem.”I shrugged. “Anything I can do to help?”“Maybe. When I met Regina she was in a dorm and I had a townhouse off campus with my first. ..”Suddenly her voice went from a whisper to an excited shout, the volume of which rang off the walls.“Fuck!” Monica cried out in distress as the water around her abruptly turned ice cold.As fast as she could, she turned the water valves off, and with the fading shower went any desire she had to complete what she had started. As much as she loved this old building, the plumbing sometimes took unexpected turns.“Can this day get any worse?” Monica called out to the empty room.This time an answer. He had not expected this, but there was no way in hell he was turning back now. He never imagined he’d be able to see her this way. Nice—perfect, creamy globes with the pinkest nipples he’d ever seen. A tiny tattoo also caught his eye. He only wished he could see it closer. He stood, riveted. He watched her cup her breasts, squeezing them in her hands. Red marks appeared as her fingers slowly raked across her flesh. ‘Oh, Dezerae,’ he whispered under his breath. He imagined tasting them,.