I reckon I'm some better off than your poor ol' mama." Yes, sir." But even if I can't do a woman no good, no more, I wished I could -- touch one -- on...e in awhile. And maybe, have her to... touch me back -- I'm talkin' about with just her hand, y'understand? Nothin' more than that!" I guess you got me mistaken for a common whore," I said to him.Well, I just blurted that out, without thinking on it all that much. I wasn't as mad at old Bill as I thought maybe I ought t' be. I wasn't too. I put it back unopened and took down the next box. This one said: "Ngaut Ngaut – fish spears? – 1957." Well, that would be South Australia, along the Murray. I slit the tape. There were, indeed, several fish spears, none particularly well-crafted. There was also a small bark painting of a river scene with a boat. I knew that story.In the Dreaming, Ngurunderi travelled down the Murray River in a bark canoe, in search of his two wives who had run away from him. At that time the river was only a. "So! Uh, Rick, what's going on today?" My older brother Rick sits across from me in the kitchen. Dad's still in bed--he's a surgeon and works nights, so he's actually only just gone to bed. Mom already left the house for her 6:00 am yoga class--well, it's not real yoga. It's "Christian" yoga. You know, for ignorant xenophobes who want to reap the benefits of other cultures' traditional practices and beliefs while also denigrating them as Satanic barbarism. Cool, right? Yeah, my family rocks, I. Smooth hands and soft fingers lulled me into a false sense of security. Warm scented oil washed over me. I relaxed, let down my guard, and then it all changed.I did not know I had knots in my shoulders until she attacked the first one. It was searched out and isolated in iron fingers before being kneaded into submission, and then smoothed back into my shoulder. The others followed, each in turn mercilessly subdued until, slowly but certainly, my back and shoulders and neck became as smooth and.