Her hair was shining in the light from the candelabras. Gorgeous. She whisked past me with an impatient ‘come along, you tart.’ Smiling, I followe... her out to the waiting cab and we slid onto the leather of the Mercedes’s back seat where I gave the driver our destination in execrable French. He did a Gallic shrug and lurched off. Angela squeezed my hand. In meetings Angela is magnificent. She sells without selling, understands clients’ needs, cajoles, guides and tempts them. Immaculate. Her. There was a Buck in front of him. He held a bow but had no arrows. He felt the presence of someone in his mind. He heard “Shoot me the Arrow.”Running Wolf had an arrow notched on his bow string... He gave it no thought he raised his bow and fired. He watched as the white man reached out, caught the arrow... lifted his bow notched the arrow and fired. It happened so fast the buck was only able to take three steps before it folded with the arrow in his heart.The voice was back and it said, . I tried to hold my thighs together, but a hand moved down and pulled one knee away.“Do not fight me, bitch… it would be better for you…” He hissed.My eyes were still closed and I remained silent…Suddenly, his fingers were grasping my curly hair, pulling my head back. I opened my eyes, finding myself looking directly into his face. My red lips then opened and I just whispered: “Please…”"Please what, bitch?" His face was closer now. Again I opened my mouth. The fear had become terror; no words. " And like a switch was thrown, her arousal vanished. Her arms and legs fell away. She stared at him above her, his face moving up and down with the rest of his body, disoriented by the sudden change in her feelings. Her mouth worked but no sound came out, not even the vile, "Fuck me." Her shame, helplessness and rage rushed back, even as he pounded into her with unmistakable urgency. "I wanted to make sure," he said, the cords in his neck straining taut, "you were able to appreciate this." He.