In my time, it still hasn’t been settled. The money is being held in a trust account. Some Indians want to take the money and some want to hold out ...or the return of the land. The bastards stole the land and still haven’t given it back. Prob’ly never will. To the government it’s all about money – everything can be bought. They can’t understand to the Sioux it’s all about the Paha Sapa, the Sacred Land.’ ‘Can’t we do anything about it?’ ‘I don’t think so think so it’s a big part of history so I. .. and as I said in class, Mioki, you must LIVE what you paint. The artist must FEEL, have a true PASSION for life, else the image on the canvas is a lie."Mioki felt her heart in her throat. Never had anyone aroused such feelings in her. She felt as if she were awakening from a stupor to, at last, understand life and the hunger for that life the artist must experience. She also realized that her awakening passions were not just for life itself, but also for the man who stirred those feelings. Aur figur dekhkar koi upar dil de bethe usne haske muje welome kiya. Fir ham tino upar aarti ke room me gaye.And ha dusri aunty ka name divya (changed for privacy) divya aur aarti dono aaramcse bed par bethi aur kaha aaj tuje ham dono ki sari murade puri karni he jaisa bole vaisa karega tu aur jo chahe voh karna padega mene kaha haa me sab training karke aaya hu.To unhone kaha ek ek karke hamare pair se sandle nikal to mene pahele aarti ke sandle ko muh se nikala aur fir divya ke dono ne kaha. “Let me see,” she said, moving past me like she had not just caught me with my fingers in the cookie jar. As she stood at the door way her eye to the crack I looked her over. She appeared to be about 19 or 20, perfect completion, black hair, average sized breasts, quite cute. She of course was dressed in the maid uniform of the hotel a blouse, skirt and sensible shoes. She watched at the crack for about a minute while I stood there trying to force away my embarrassment at being caught. Turning.