Enter my savior, my eventual goddess, the woman that I would come to worship and serve in equal measure. An older woman, a half-acquaintance, friend o... the family and eternal subject of town gossip: Ms. Rebecca Sharp.Ms. Sharp lived alone in the big house down the block. A writer by trade, but what she wrote, no-one knew. She was glamorous and self-assured, impeccably attired and quick witted, charming to the men of the neighborhood, disconcerting to the middle-aged women who accompanied. "At least not right now. Most of the Indians we'll meet are worried that the whites are going to settle in their territory. Since we're driving a bunch of cattle, they're going to know we're just passing through." Do you think they might try to run off our cattle?" I asked."I don't think so," Ab said. "The Indians are used to deer and elk and antelope and buffalo as their main food animals. If you offered an Indian a choice between a tough, chewy venison steak and the finest beef steak there. When we got there he paid the driver and helped me out of the cab. He unlocked the door and led me to his work space near the back. Without a word I dropped my coat on the floor followed by my shirt and then my skirt. By the time I was done, I was standing there in nothing but my heels garter belt and stockings. I had not worn a bra or panties that night, but then again I seldom do. I spun slowly around and put my foot on a bench near the wall and pointed to my calf, telling him that is where I. IISo we lie on the grass beside the chuckling brook, listening for the faint sound of voices. The intense summer heat melts my inhibitions. I push off my shoes and socks and lie flat, feel the long grass tickling my thighs. My knee-length plaid skirt is unflatteringly long, but in the bathroom at break time, like the other girls I have folded the waistband over and over, three times, four times, wanting all the boys to see me, but Josh above all.Now I can feel the summer breeze caressing my.