Indian Princesses never wear White-man’s goods.Ralph Brownel, my principal, was Buffalo Bob because he had a cowboy shirt. He had me refill his punc... cup a bunch.Marian, who teaches math, was Clarabell. As she’s the chattiest one at school, she honked her horn lots.My friend Ruth Anne was Mr. Bluster. She brought her brother Ralph -- a big Howdy fan -- who wore a hat that said “Cameraman.” She tried to freeze my Howdy with an ice cube so she could fleece his front pocket for a magic key. Ruth. You were going to tell me the story of you and the multiple girlfriends. You promised.”I nodded and started from the beginning. There were parts I couldn’t tell her, but I thought I was skating the truth pretty well for doing it on the fly. I told her about how the divorce had set me off, the crash, the concussion, the sprain, talking to Lana, finding out that her sister was in love with me. I told her about Lana’s desire to be controlled like a slave and Beck deciding she wanted it too.I. My body was aroused to such a level that I had lost all sexual inhibitions. Although it was my first sex in over three years, I was not a virgin. Yet the animal lust that erupted within me was something new. Self discipline and control was a source of pride to me, or so I thought; but that night all my body craved was pleasure.I had not seen Randy and Anne since that night. They had continued on their respective trips while I returned home. Randy had been told about the blackmail meeting, but. Thinking about this wonderful week and Kate as my host, my friend, my lover, the return to back home seems like… yes, a return, but at the same time it seems like leaving something. I search for a word… and only one I can come up with is “paradise”.I hear steps behind me, then her arms are reaching around me and I can feel the scent of shower-fresh Kate. ‘Come.’ she says.She has only a towel around her as I follow her to the living room. We stop in front of the chair and now I am standing.