There were pictures of her doing some kind of dance performance with a group of other girls and a few boys. There was a picture of her clad in a pink ...eotard and white tights, ballerina style, with her eyes blindfolded and hands tied behind her back, and someone tickling her neck with a feather. And there were pictures of her doing gymnastics. She looked absolutely beautiful in all the pictures. (I had forgotten that it was really "me" I was looking at - if I had remembered, seeing "myself". "So you did the hat trick Ken. Mother, daughter and secretary." She grinned. "Three in one day, but you've still got some catching up to do." The grin turned to a laugh. "But I'm guessing that between my sisters and sister-in-law, my mother and Tina and her little 13-year-old slut you might be able to do exactly that."Kenneth Jones moved over to Paula Chapman and began to undress her. "And with you fucking practically every cock that moves," laughed Kenneth how the fuck am I going to do. .. She fought the impulse to take a shower, even thought she felt filthy in so many angles... she had to get out.. Go back to the safety of her home... She wanted to run into her lover's arm and feel safe... But, how could she?No matter, she had to get out... she dried her face and hair rapidly, didn't care if the room was left on a mess. -"Fuck you, Randy... I would trash this place if I wouldn't want to leave so badly!" - She thought to herself, almost vocalizing her thoughts.She closed her. This just didn't fit into the Indian psychology of gaining glory for the individual warrior.Every once in a while, there was the exception to the small band of Comanches. One morning, Shiply's Troops topped a small ridge and nearly ran head-on into major Indian encampment. They were seen before they could pull back under cover of the ridge and were forced to make a run for a decent defensive position. John ordered, "BACK TO THE RIVER! WE'LL MAKE OUR STAND THERE!"They made it to the river before.