I had brought my pistol into the room and placed it under the pillow. I thought that was a hokey idea until this moment. I got up on bare feet and, wi...h pistol in hand, began to quietly go through the house. I noticed that the door to the room that Janice was in was now cracked open. I looked inside and saw Ed sitting on the bed talking to Janice. Okay, maybe Ed was getting "lucky." I kept going still being careful to be very quiet. Ed's door was open. On the way back, I heard their voices and. ”“You came here that late?”“Yep… I used a headlamp and walked from the lot near the street.”He frowned. “But why that late?”“To meet someone.”“Ahh, that’s nice.”“It was,” I said and asked, “You know the picnic table?“ He nodded and I said, “I had sex on it.”We laughed and he asked which way I was going. ”Oxford and back,” I said.“I’m going that way. I live just off the trail.”I then knew he came from money and that explained the bike and equipment.“I'd appreciate a bike mate,” he said. “I’ll. They cuddled for a bit, their bodies rested on the soft bed, feeling nice from the afterglow of a good meal and some wine.Don’s fingers intermittently scratched across or caressed his daughter’s belly, her sides, her chest. Her proximity to him and the familiar scent of her body close upon his nostrils serenaded him with memories of such delicious flavours of physical intimacy as he would guess only a few had partaken of in their lives.“You guys still having sex regularly?” he asked her.“Yeah,”. Actually, the really important signs were also in English, so it wasn't too much of a hardship to tell what I needed to know.I rode into a little town, the first one since I hit the Cherokee Nation, and looked around like any other gawking sightseer. Ah, there it was, the only saloon in town. The Cherokees, like most Indians, didn't go in much for public drinking, except at festivals, so these places were pretty well limited to White visitors, though there were already some permanent White.