To be allowed to adore little flowers, sit quietlyand have my hair brushed and put in bunches and this is reallypersonal, even to sit as a girl when I...needed to go."That night had brought well an embarrassing intensity we had beenmissing for years but as I awoke, tired and dreamy, the bed was emptyand already things felt different as I looked round the bed, nakedunder the duvet and wondering where my pyjama shorts could be.Well they said sometimes decades happened in weeks and weeks in. The original picture had been good enough and the material of mom's silk blouse shear enough that I had painted in the bumps of the straps of her bra. These I slowly painted out leaving a smooth shoulder. I sat back admiring my work. "It definitely needs something else" I thought. "Nipples." I chucked "definitely needs nipples." at the thought my deft brush strokes slowly revealed what looked like two erect nipples poking through the material. As an afterthought I painted out the bottom of her. However, at that moment, I managed ta put a bullet inta one of the remainin' hosses, an' it fell with its rider. He acted like he broke his back in his fall, soz we were ahead of the game on points. The Injuns backed off, an' I rode over an' put a bullet inta the head of the one with the broken back. I scooped up the other hoss, an' rode back ta the remuda with it. We won so easily 'cause the Injuns did not even have bows. All they had were lances, an' there was not much they could have done. Our scout master was a fellow named Mr. Green and he was a really tall, nice looking man that wore shorts and his scout uniform, etc. He seemed to have taken a liking to me and he would, or at least it seemed, to give me the best duties around the camp.After a day and one night there, the next night rolled around and we were all sitting by the camp fire, he asked me if I could walk down to the river with him to get some water we could use to wash dishes and I said yes. We grabbed two buckets.