You two can let her know.”“Okay, I’ll tell her. What now?”Smith answered. “You know the drill. You’re the main attraction in an officer-in...olved shooting. We are officially informing you that you are on administrative leave, not that you’re going to be able to do anything anyway. Try not to arrest any of your nurses.”“You ever tried to survive on broth and yogurt?” I asked. “I’m getting tempted!”They both grinned at that. “You were the last person we had to interview. Next step is that we. Five women raised their hands and then Kitty challenged their male companions to come up on stage and submit to a spanking with an assortment of whips, paddles, leather belts and riding crops she had on a rack up there.The audience really got into this act, by encouraging the men to go up on stage. They chanted the men's names, as they were shared with the group by their female partners. Stagehands brought out a piece of furniture shaped so that men could kneel on one part and bend over the. When late fall arrived Fighting Hawk and Big Cloud visited the boys and told them about the winter hunt. They were all excited, and the next morning when the sun peeked over the ridge of the mountains, the two warriors and four boys walked into the forest, carrying only a knife. One of the warriors was stomping loudly, while the other smirked and the boys giggled.The snows fell on the village and winter set in. The women of Fighting Hawk's lodge were quiet. They missed him terribly and knew. Too needy. She wanted him to want her all the time, constant attention, constant affection, but she couldn’t say it because it was too much. It made her eyes fill with tears and she hated herself for it. She wasn’t the kind of thing anyone could tolerate for too long.“What is it?” Kent asked.Why did he have to be so nice? Why couldn’t he be mean or weird or unattractive at least? Why did it feel like he understood her entire existence and saw it as something clean? Why did his voice ease inside.