She entertained the thought of pretending to be dead and hope that the Indians didn’t want to take the long women’s hair as trophies of their expe...ition. It was about a fifty-fifty proposition and the odds made it worthwhile for a least a try.She saw them put holes in the canoes used in the escape so that the other tribe could not swing back and use them to go further up-river. Then they tossed burning sticks into what remained of the camp and she had to covertly slide out of the way of danger. Well, Kevin was still there, but Kevin was less fun than Karen.This didn't worry me much.***I stretched out in John's bed, purring. I'd worn the poor man out; Icould still feel the ache in my thighs from the pounding he'd given me,demanding more and more... I ran my hands over my bared skinluxuriantly. I was spending the day in his apartment, while he was atwork.John was truly a skilled lover, but honestly I was getting a littlebored with him. He was _great_ in bed ? and on the floor, and on. “Hear me out before you toss the idea in the garbage,” Liz said, tossing a fry in my direction. “Going through that stuff today ... it made me think. Maybe it is time to let bygones be bygones. Hearing your dad give that guy hell made me wonder if there weren’t a lot of other people that are nice that I just didn’t know. I knew your dad ... through you ... and I knew he was nice. I was looking at the back of the old class pictures. Your mom wrote the names on the back that she could identify. "First of all,I hand washed them because I didn't want Mother to find them in thelaundry." Did you hang them in your bathroom to dry?" she asked. Thisconversation was not going the way I expected it to go. Why was sheasking me about those panties?"Of course, I didn't hang them in the bathroom." I responded. Iexplained that it would have been worse for Mother to find that I'd handwashed a pair of panties and hung them in my own bathroom. I told Tammythat I'd washed them and rolled them in a.