There would, however, still be some repercussions since she wasn’t marrying someone from their culture. “One of my father’s ancestors was from t...e area around Wiesbaden,” I informed him. I didn’t tell him that it was long enough ago that I still qualified as full-blooded Blackfoot.“But your skin is dark like a Moor,” he protested.“From my other ancestors,” I answered. “I’m sure your people sometimes arrange marriages with other cultures to form political bonds.”He nodded knowingly. “Both. She shook the disturbing thought from her head. "I just want to get this done and go home," she muttered."Jessie! What are you still doing here?!"Great.Mike Hudson was preceded into the room by a bulging briefcase. But he was dressed casually, indicating that he'd gone home for dinner and a change. Lucky devil. "I thought I'd be alone at this hour," he said."No such luck, Mike," Jessie smiled.Mike ignored the comment and said softly, "Jess, you look like hell. You've been working too much.. I took note of where they were and decided on playing a prank. It seemed someone wanted my bull.I snuck into his enclosure. I’d placed a bed of hay near the back rails so he could lie near the heifers in the next pen for warmth. I could see one of the heifers lying against him from the other side.I changed into my bull form. I was a little smaller than he was in this form and not as bulky. Our animals aren’t huge beasts. I’d often wondered how it was that I appeared to have gained extra mass. "Oh goodie! I'll get to wear a sexy business suit for real this time." She said with a smile. Matt didn't really understand what she meant by it, but took that as his exit cue. "Where are you going?" Priscilla wondered. "Back inside." He answered without turning around or breaking stride. "Why? Do I bore you that much?" Priscilla added with a pout. Matt stopped for second before continuing inside."Oh believe me, Priscilla, you will never bore me." Priscilla grew a wicked smile. She lay back on.