“Father?”“Yes?” Swift Hawk asked him, turning toward the boy.“I’m not going east,” he said, “I’m staying here with you.”“You are...going to go east to school, my son,” Swift Hawk said, turning away from his son. He gazed at the mountains, the river, or anything to avoid looking his son in the eye. While he wanted the boy to go back east and go school, then college, he also wanted him here with him. The older man knew the way of the Indian would soon be gone. The Indian knew war would come and the. A lot. Not in a condescending ‘I love my own voice’ sort of way. He was interested in people. He wanted to know all their joys and all their woes. An admirable trait, all things considered. But a trait I, personally, didn’t find worth admiring.He was also too trusting and far too naïve for my tastes. An Achilles’ heel in this new order, if there ever was one. His trusting nature extended to everyone, with no regard for the nature of the person in question. He wasn’t plain stupid though, as. I can’t emphasize enough about how beautiful Judy’s tits are and all natural. I was about ready to cum. What scared me was if I did get off would it be all over for me and then go out and kick Gil’s ass. I knew if something like that would happen, Judy would never do anything again for me. I had to set tight and hold back. Gil reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He then put his mouth on her nipple and I could see his tongue running back and forth across it. Judy had her hands on the back. Everyone but me left the room in order to properly program her when 15 minutes passed.Much of that time consisted of Candice nervously talking about herself -- her favorite subject, no doubt. But after about 12 minutes, she looked at a clock and became even more nervous."When can I see her?" she asked."Soon. Finish your lemonade, and that's an order," I said, but smiled when I said it. I also winked (I never wink, WTF?).She finished it and soon fell silent."Candice Pryor. You are a sex slave to.