There was a board of directors, but they existed only to rubberstamp Mr. Holcomb’s suggestions—more and more of those came to Mr. Holcomb from the...mind of Allison McMasters.I watched the woman who was only technically my wife as she strode confidently by. A queen in her court couldn’t have been more lordly. A hush fell over the vast space that was her outer office as she passed. A commotion broke out in the far corner—nothing more than some laughter and a little moving around. Queen Allison. It takes a lot of land to support a small band.“The white culture was based on farming. Seeing land was vacant and was suitable for farming, whites would move in while the band was gone and establish a homestead. They didn’t move away when the season changed and your people returned. Instead, they fought to keep your people from trespassing on land that they had worked hard to develop.“Some of the worst things that happened over the years of were the result of well- meaning people trying to. It was hard with Molly around every day especially at the end of the dayand Kim and I went back to my apartment and Moll's watched painfully aswe walked out arm in arm.Several times Kim invited Moll's to have dinner with us which was nicebut awkward. Having your ex watching us kiss and cuddle was off-puttingto say the least. I guess if I'm honest I took some sadistic self-satisfaction in watching her struggle with it. Watching her sad eyes asKim and I kissed did make me feel a little guilty. Simmons.”“Just making sure it works,” I said, taking another picture.“No you’re not, you dirty old man,” came the voice of my niece.“Guilty as charged,” I said, setting the flash off again. I was pretty sure the pictures would be more or less worthless. I’d be able to tell it was naked flesh, but nothing would be really clear.Suddenly a female body plastered itself to the door, compressing her breasts and pressing her belly against the glass. Luckily the camera was ready and I took the picture..