Many told me that Gloria and I were extremely beautiful. Now I'm not sure that was such a good thing.The plane took off and true to their word the gag... were removed. We were still secure in our seats cuffed and strapped in and seat belt in place. A sports bottle with a bent straw was passed. The same straw was offered to each girl. Each took a long sip without comment. No one doubted the ruthlessness of our guards.The water tasted good it was cold and my mouth was dry from the gag. I looked at. Most of the Indians received wounds from the buckshot and many of those would die because they didn't know the proper way to treat such wounds.Fortunately, the women and children had made a successful run to the inner circle of wagons and could be protected there. As long as they stayed on their horses, there was no way the Indians could break through this barricade. The only way through the wall of wagons was to jump off the horse and crawl under a wagon. No self-respecting Sioux warrior was. .fuck me.. Isn't that how I should put it? before I officially leave school, before tomorrow?" As she said this she was playing with the hem of her skirt twisting it back and forth making no attempt to conceal those stocking tops. "Harriet, you understand that as a teacher I cant become involved with a pupil, not only will I get fired I shall probably be arrested?" I might have guessed she had worked this one out, she said, "Well Sir, I am eighteen and if I see you tonight after school I shall. I did remember the videotape, where Natalie had said I was cute. No, wait, that was Laura. But hell, if Natalie thought I was cute, too, I could live with that."So how many older women, then?" she interrupted my reverie."Two," I blurted out, ever the soul of discretion."Two," she raised an eyebrow. "College girls?"The best way to end this discussion at this point would have been with a "yeah, college girls." An answer that would have been both impressive and believable. Unlike, for example, my.