” The boy says. “W-What?” I ask as another page is ripped out. “Suck our cocks and we’ll be on our way.” “Never!” I say a little too l...ud which allows a couple of more pages torn out and another slap across the face. “Now what did I tell you? Co-operate and everything we’ll be over.” He says lifting me up by my head that way I’m on my knees. The boy in front of me pulls out his cock and presses it against my cheek. I move my head away from the disgusting thing and try to back away only to meet. Oh I’m also a 7th generation Siksika Indian. My name’s Beau White. I’m still in pretty good shape rounding 30 and I stand at over 6’7 with black hair that falls past the middle of my back. I keep it tied up and usually don blue jeans and a black tee. Simple. I often come to Patrick’s Bar, it’s an Irish influenced bar in the middle of Alberta. I’m quite the regular, but then so is mostly everyone that you see at Patrick’s. I found this place in my early 20’s in the hopes that I’d find the woman. By the time he looked up, he saw a straight back, the billowing summer skirt and hair tied in a bun. The brief flash of her bare calves kindled a faint desire, but then he thought about cigarettes. That’s what mattered at the moment.It was harder to find leftovers now fewer people smoked. The exception was the teenagers, who often left unfinished cigarettes in hidden clearings. He knew the park well, so made for the best spot first. It had already been picked clean. He could see where the. Filtering in from outside, the rumbling sound of Robbie mowing the fragrant grass soothed her chaotic thoughts, and the restlessness that had plagued her all morning abated. She was tired, she was always tired now. Sleep beckoned, whispering hypnotically in her ear, promising pain free peace. Gratefully, Eloise closed her eyes as her body succumbed to the medication she had been given earlier. As the dark numbness descended, she saw him again, only this time his face was etched with a.