"You got what you wanted, after all." And what do you want?" I asked."I want things to be simple," she said. "Efficient." Tentatively, she reached out...and put her hand on my arm. "I wouldn't mind more of that, just like that." I want to see you in heels," I said.That might have been one of the few times I saw her smile without reservation. "I know you do," she said. * * * That was the year my dad had his first heart attack. Steph and I had been seeing each other, on and off, for a few months;. They were back in their environment and they did their best to avoid contact with the civilians or the Indians in front of the other resident military personnel.It was almost as if they felt direct contact was demeaning in some way and was entirely unprofessional unless they were ordered to by higher authority or were in civilian clothing themselves and either headed out the gate for a short stretch of “Liberty” or even a longer period of “Leave” that gave them some respite from the constant. From dozens of people handling horses and teaching them that pulling a travois wasn't so bad down to Biltee teaching selected pupils how to break and train a horse it was all getting done. All we had to do now was keep at it.And that's what we did. It took two more weeks to get all the adult horses trained to pull a travois and carry a rider. We taught them all, even Buck, to do both at the same time, just in case it came up.Unfortunately Cowta and his helpers couldn't finish the saddles by. ‘Oh god! Please, Go . . .Faster.’ Adele whined. Quickly loosing herself to his thrusts and the sloshing water, Adele soared into her first orgasm. She felt dizzy again, as if she was going to pass out. Realizing that, Aidan slowed his pace and kissed her supple lips again. He would never tire of kissing her lips. He kissed down her neck, while caressing her narrow waist. Aidan was getting drunk on coconuts and honeysuckle: the odd combination of aromas that caressed her skin. Adele was running.