She’s probably the only person I’ve ever known who learnt to speak our language and who wasn’t born in the forest. The Knights’ other practice... and customs were soon completely forgotten. As the moons passed, we were no longer recognisable as the shaven creatures from the time of our enslavement. My hair grew from stubble until it cascaded over my ears and eventually onto my shoulders. Not all tribes grew hair like mine or even yours. The Knights had straight hair like ours, but it was jet. . you know ... hitting my butt with her big yardstick ... She'd lay out my assignments on her desk and show me what I was doing wrong and was telling me that she expected me to do better. She'd say 'Ruthie, I know you can do better and it's what I expect from you. Please don't disappoint me with your next paper.' And I now know that she was just trying to get me to write well so I could do better in my other classes ... but I really wanted to please her ... I mean ... I would have done anything. Never again is it just going to be sold like that. And even when deeded to the tribe, they can’t sell it. Leases of no more than 25 years, only to a member of the tribe. My lawyer is working out the wording now, but forever more this will be a family ranch for families. Not a commodity to be used and traded. The final provision I am having them place is that if the tribe no longer wants it, it will be donated to the state as a park.”After talking a bit more, Keith invited Becky and I to dinner. 30”, I said, “It is almost that now, Youhad better go”“OK”, Tony said, “Be at my house at 9, tonight, I am going to fuck you too” We heard Paul’s car stop outside.“You had better go out the back”, I said.As he went he slapped my arse hard. “No 47, at 9 o’clock, don’t be late.”“Yes Sir”, I said………….He was gone…….I went to the door to meet Paul. He came in. “Hi Bitch”, he said, “Are you ready?”“Yes Sir”“Upstairs……NOW”I went up the stairs to the bedroom, Paul followed.“Undress me”, he.