Gay? Straight? Meaningful? Innocent? Did it matter? Thoughts whirled through my head like Olivia Newton-John on roller skates. Just before Kate came b...ck into the room, I had been asking myself if I'd enjoyed the experience. Laying next to her, each masturbating, smelling each others' breath and scents. I decided, as Kate came back in, holding another bottle of wine and closing the door quietly behind her, that I had.She went over to the desk and poured more wine. She handed me my glass and sat. Drew knew what he was doing and he played me like a violin he knew whatto do and when to do it. Before long I realized he had complete controlof me, he made me obey with a little touch here or there. He took myshirt and I lifted my arms so he could remove it. then he touched myinner thigh and I opened my legs for him and tilted my hips up to givehis fingers complete access to my wet pussy.He brought me to my first orgasms with his fingers rolling my clit whilehe kiss my nipples and breasts.. ’ Hildy was quick with the reply. ‘We’ll never know,’ she said. ‘They might have been, but the air conditioning took over before I could tell.’ Jim didn’t quite understand her last remark, but decided to think about it later. In a few minutes they were pulling into the company lot. **************** ‘Which car is yours,’ he asked as they made the turn. There were about a half dozen cars in the lot. Most were bunched up near the front of the building. One stood alone in the middle of the large. "The spirits have favored our journey and their blessings will lend strength to our bodies," her grandpa continued."What will you say to the white men?" her grandmother asked him. Secoweya noted their skin was no darker than any so called 'white man' she'd ever seen in her life. After several generations most inhabitants of this land had adopted a bronze tan. To grandpa, the term 'white men' was part distinction, part pejorative. 'White men were the enemy of the 'red men'. It had always been.