Finally Gayle said, "High heels and skirts are uncomfortable when I'm constantly stooping and walking. You'd realize that soon enough if you worked in...a library." Well, you might expect I'd be discouraged by the bitch's response but you'd be wrong. She was justifying what she wore to me in a reasonable manner. Also, her behavior was less hostile than the previous day. I knew I was making progress."I guess we'll have to meet someplace else." Only in your dreams," was her response. The first bell. Every night she would wrap the blanket around her and let it lightly brush over her young firm breasts just teasing the nipples. She would then wrap the blanket around her in such a way so that it would pass between her young legs and she could press it tight against her womanhood by holding it with her feet. She would grind herself into the blanket with such a frenzy, in time to the jungle like rhythms of the music, that the blanket would be soaked with the juices of this barely adolescent. I hoped that their stay would be quick because I saw the danger of a fast-moving virus wiping out most of the survivors like the stroke of a genocidal brush. I wondered if that was not the original intent and that the entire affair was part of a plot to eliminate the Native Americans from the very area they had been sent by official decree.My commanding officer gave me a stamped order that instructed me to move the Indians to the reservation in the foothills some thirty kilometers to the north.. . then work for them and when you are done ... come work for me, as my Musical Director. I got enough money to keep you from becoming a gold-digger, in regards to Peter.”“Then I would be your gold-digger, wouldn’t I?” she said with a cute smile on her face.“I would make you work, young lady. I would pay you what you are really worth, which is about double what you are making right now. And yes, I would keep Peter around, if not as a singer, as your assistant who would work directly underneath.