” I wanted to ask him why his hand was in his pocket, but I didn’t want it to be more awkward than it already is. If I want things to escalate in ...ow I want it to, though, I’ll have to just ask..“So uh.. Why’s your hand in your pocket? Hiding something?” I teased. He looked at me and grinned, “Maybe..” At that point, I knew he had a boner. I just wanted to see it, or at least see it through his pants. “What are you hiding? Let me see!” I played with him. He just looked at me, “Oh, I dunno if. ‘But, it’s so small,’ she looked around with wide eyes. ‘I wouldn’t know what to do with a large house, Henriette. Don’t you remember my father’s house? I still have bruises from bumping into the furniture because all of the rooms were too crowded.’ ‘Ah, yes… your father’s house… How is he?’ ‘I’m sorry…’ I look down, suddenly remembering how Henriette left suddenly, that summer two years before. I had been left to guess what had happened between them, finally assuming that Dad had still refused. She made decent money and she never had to kill. Those who tried to make her learned to regret it. She gambled, she drank, she had no real home. She only owned two shirts, three now that Little Cloud had embroidered one for her. Kate lived off a bedroll, her guns, and a burning anger deep inside. She’d been cheated of a name, a family, a history. All she knew was anger, and violence. The contest of wills that had been her and Pierre. The hunting parties and needless war of the Lakotas. The. ..so.....okay." Ahhh yeaaaah!" Fuko cried out with joy grabbing his arm bouncing up and down."We only have about an hour though, since the sun is going down soon. I could show you the basics on my board." It's so nice!" Fuko said grabbing his board and rubbing her hand up and down it in a slightly sexual manner."Oh, and by the way, I'm Jake." he said as they discussed where and how to learn."Nice to meet you, Jake. You can call me Fuko." Well lets get started at my beach hut"They packed up and.