It probably started with Coaxing The Turtle Out Of Her Shell. Maybe some woman found an injured animal and cared for it. It's possible that, while Bru...hing The Beaver, one day, a woman saw what beavers did with wood and got the idea for houses, which would improve things. If they lived in houses, women wouldn't have to Search The Alcove all the time to see if anything had moved in while she was out. Groping The Grotto also led to sore fingers sometimes. And, once people became nomadic, it was. After that they had headed through the Indian Territory, through Choctaw Country for the Kansas border, which John had advised against- it had been a bad year for Indian attacks- but Rooster, the group leader, had insisted that they needed to make up for time lost. Over the next few nights they were continually shadowed by scouts from the local tribe, and no invitations to parlay seemed to help. A number of men were injured by arrow strikes out of the darkness, one of them so badly that he had. In the spring of last year I had had enough of everything from the lies deceit and sharp open ended barbs of my wife and son to her giggles, when with me present, she recounted to her trusted girlfriends my perverted wishes regarding my needs and wants. You can forget about desires they got buried very very deep years ago. Sex was nonexistent in our lives and even then it had only become apparent she had used me to have a child. I suppose most men would have left years ago but I loved my son. Her nakedness silhouetted by the sweat soaked white dress underneath her. The notes rippled across her skin leaving her feeling tingly and excited. He leaned in and continued playing as she raised her hands above head for a full stretch and then into her long red hair. She laid her head back as a long sigh escaped her lips. He moved closer and as he played the slide of the horn would rub against her skin. He positioned the horn so the slide would rub across her nipples. The hard smooth feeling.