“Married?” She smiled.“More or less. You?”“Married.” She chuckled.Don’t be a stranger ... kid.” The way she said kid, she was flirting...with me. Or teasing at least. I almost smacked her ass as she walked away, but despite our recent intimate connection, that is something I would never do. Oh, why the Hell not, but as I reached out she was already too far away. I watched the way her hips moved, then sighed. It would have been fun to see how she reacted. With resignation I walked back into. It would be like calling you Golden Hair. The English make it easy on themselves by calling me John Hamm.”“John is trying to help me build bridges between our people but it is a slow and painful process.”“Nonetheless, I would like to know the true name of this Cheyenne brave,” Theresa said. “If that does not seem too forward of me, John,” she hastened to add.“Vóhpo’häme,” the Indian said. Theresa tried to say it and giggled.“What does it mean?”“White Horse.”“That is a much better name than John. It was never for him. Every night his mind drifted back to the last time he'd seen Sera, standing backstage, looking half dead. The way he'd acted back then, the way he'd shaken as he'd taken Thomas. The blond boy hated to think it, but it had felt like the end of something.He need not have worried as much as he did. Thomas was walking out of his second history exam when he heard a voice murmur his name from somewhere back behind him. Sera was standing with his back to the brick wall wearing an. I went to bed in my usual long satin nightie, and fell into a disturbedsleep, too busy dreaming of what she might do to me, not that I reallyknew as we had not discussed that, nor did I really want to, that wasthe whole point, I wanted to be helpless and at her mercy, if she hadany.The morning came, and I got up as usual and showered, I had plenty oftime, Miss was not due until 10am.I dressed leisurely and did my makeup, spending lots of time over it soI looked as good as I could for my Miss, I.