.” She was scaring me. Had I invented her looks of passion, the delicate touch of her hand against my penis, her smiles and innuendo from nothing? W...s I losing it? Why was she lying like this? Was I going crazy? She started stalking back and forth and waving her arms as she yelled. “And this mystical stuff. You’re talking about doom, fate. Perfect love. Ideal love. What you’re talking about doesn’t exist! I oughtta report you for sexual behavior!” I felt like I needed to puke. I fled the closet. How many can you make?" Running Deer scoffed and said, "A lot more than you can carry. Now how much do you want?"Fighting Hawk thought for only a moment. "I want Black Otter to make me some boxes, very strong boxes with rope handles. I want them filled with the gold. But two men still have to be able to carry it, so it won't be a big box. I will just need more of them."Running Deer thought about it for a while before he said, "How soon do you need them?" Fighting Hawk shrugged and shook his. ."Coach Keller waved my objections off and pointed across the field. "Coach Burton wants you on that team with Nicholson, NOW! Beg, borrow or steal a white jersey. I don't care. Get going!" OK" I answered obediently as I trotted across the field to the White sideline. I scanned their, umm ... our sideline for someone to donate a jersey to me. The other receivers and tight ends were shorter than me. I'd need a tall person's jersey. I scanned the linebackers and linemen. Their jerseys would be. It’s not always fifty-fifty, but both of you have to work at it.”I nodded again.“Okay,” Susan said lightheartedly. “Down off my soapbox. Let’s figure out what to do about the women in your life.”“But...”“Uh-uh! No whining.”“Sorry.”“Remember, fix the problem, or get over it.”“Yes, ma’am,” I said, rolling my eyes.She grinned at me but quickly turned serious. “I’ve got a pretty important question for you, and I want you to think about it before you answer me. First, however, it requires a little.