I think he loved me the same."He crinkled when he smiled, shook when he laughed, and cried when it was needed. I never, never questioned his decisions...and it always was for the best."When the world was against me and the bullies in pick upon mode, he defended me. When a teacher was wrong and I knew it ... he proved it. If a beerbellied idiot tried to stand up for his moron of a bully ... well, daddy left more than one bar fight the winner."He hugged with his whole body and mind, you knew you. These are the same rifles that your son asked me about when we first met,” I explained.“Yes, I have heard from others that the rifles you sell are accurate and can kill a buffalo from far enough away to keep the warrior safe,” he mused thoughtfully. “Why are you willing to help us like this?” he queried.“The Sioux allow me to live here and farm here because I grow and trade things the Sioux, the Cheyenne, and the Arapaho need. If the Crow win, they will be nearby and may cause problems for my. They parked out in front to carry in groceries and other items from the car. They went through the front door to take the things to the kitchen. When Soroya put her sacks down on the table, she saw that there had been activity in the kitchen, and assumed the family was out on the verandah. Just to verify that she looked out the window. She froze!"Jacob, come over here, NOW!" she said just above a whisper.He put his things down, and joined her at the window over the sink. At first, he wasn't. " Kitty still want more?" Her eyes rolled up in her head but even so she nodded. A mewled "Please," just barely managed. A growl sounded as she moved, "Oh gods....... such a good kitty, wonderful kitten. Yes." He thumb maneuvering off her swolleness to join his fingers below. His hands where long but slender, almost elegant for a man's hands. She adored them too. Pressing his fingers slowly together inside of her started to tuck his thumb into his palm, the very tip of it pressing into her..