” He shrugged. “But we’re not sure.”“Parallels?” I asked. I had the vague memory of these guys calling my sex slaves that earlier.“Well,...sir, you don’t exactly mind-control people,” Miller said. He rubbed at the back of his neck. “You more ... pull personalities from another universe and substitute them in place of the one from this reality. I’m not the Miller from this universe any longer. I’m one from another reality drawn in by your words.”“The many worlds hypothesis?” Sam asked, excitement. She laughed and said it is normal in the metro. The guys around her tried not to touch her now. One of the guys moved away a little. She was holding the rod with her right hand and her left hand was pressed against my thighs.I held the rod with the left hand and my right hand is pressing against her bag, which was hanging from her shoulders. We were chit chatting. She was telling me about her work. My dick got hard in no time with her sexy boobs crushing against my chest. I thought of testing. I bet if you ask her she would be thrilled to go out with you." "I don't think so. She would probably slap me and tell me I was a pervert for even thinking of going out with her." "That's not possible. If you ask her tomorrow I am sure she will say yes. Promise me my dear boy that you will ask her tomorrow?" "Ok. I will but I am not getting my hopes up." All night long all I could think about was granny. I knew there was no way that I could ask her out. She would think I was. He told him of the prejudice to expect back east. Not that Wounded Hawk hadn’t already known bigotry, for the Crow didn’t treat him much different than the whites would.“Why do people do that?” he asked his father as they sat down on the bank.“What?”“Hate, just because of the color of a person’s skin.”The old man rubbed his smooth chin and contemplated that. It was a difficult question for him to answer. Swift Hawk himself didn’t understand it fully. Still, he would try to explain it to his.