Without making a sound, Hoyt walked back down the trail to get Chelley. The big Paint threw his head in the air, pawing at the ground as Hoyt walked u... to him.“I told you I’d be back to get you ... Was you missing me?“ he said, patting his nose, letting his horse nudge against his chest. Standing beside Chelley, he stuffed the extra five thousand into both his saddlebags.Leading Chelley back to Wharton’s camp, he felt the first raindrops. Looking out over the lake toward the west, he saw the. After a few images they stumbled upon a picture of a young black slave named Ayah. She had short nappy hair and her skin was dark as the night. Everything was all shaved and she had an amazing set of tips. What made Naomi choose her was the vulnerability in her face. She looked scared and unsure but they was something in those eyes that showed tremendous submission. She knew her place in the world and therefore Naomi knew she would worship the ground they walked on and would be willing to. I sat at the bar nearest toher as I could possibly get and keep in her in my eyesight. I satthere nursing my Coke watching her dance and chat with her friendstrying to desperately avoid her eyes when she looked my way.Suddenly, she was staring right back at me our eyes met and theconnection seemed to be instant. I just smiled, blushed and turnedmy back embarrassed by my idiotic c***dish behavior. "Hello, my nameis Tonia." she said touching my arm to get me to turn and look ather. "John". Looking around and making sure that Mr Collins wasnt in some corner of the class, I pulled off the sweater, revealing a grey and purple push-up bra. I unzipped my backpack and pulled out an orange tanktop. However, before I could pull it over my head, I heard a shuffle of feet and turned around to see Mr Collins at the door. I stood there, stunned, for a moment, before finally pulling the tanktop over my head. We stared at each other for a minute before he walked over to his desk and pulled out.