I had opened Schrödinger’s box.“Laramie Wyoming Bell, born summer of 1873. Beloved of Kyle Redtail, 1889. Mother of Kaylene Redtail Bell. Died De...ember 24, 1929. To the very end she listened for the cry of the redtail hawk.”Oh God! I was hyperventilating. Laramie Wyoming Bell was my great-great grandmother. I was my own great-great grandfather. I stumbled out of the study and ran out the back door of the house with the Bible clutched against my chest. Before I reached the family plot I heard it. “I have been extremely busy, if you take the time to look at the news. I got the subpoenas this morning when I went to the office to check in. The subpoenas were addressed to me and not to the committee so they were not opened. I have today and tomorrow scheduled to be in Washington, if you want any testimony. Then I am out of the country for the rest of the month,” I said.“You will not set this committee’s schedule. Those subpoenas have dates on them and you will be here to testify on those. Who! It was really unbelievable for me then. I told her I wanted to fuck her…and she told me that u can do that but do with a condom but I didn’t have any with me..so she said you might ejaculate it inside and if she gets pregnant it will be big problem. But I insisted and she said you can do it just for the sake of it but only two or three thrusts and I said ok. She lied down and I came on top of her and she held my dick and pushed it inside her love hole. I felt I would Be spent at that. .. Blank... Drip... Feels so good... Blank... Feels so good..."The woman's skin looked so shiny, inside the glass coffin. Naked, covered with a sheen of sweat. At first, it was resistance. She had tried so hard to resist. Even when she could no longer remember the long drive up the mountain road, up through the clouds, through the pass and into the valley, the view of Dominica's farming community gradually dropping behind the forest as she wove back and forth down the mountainside. Approaching.