"Do you think I should sign it Tony, or Sims, or do I need a pen name?" I think you went too far this time," she said as she put her brush down."I thi...k you need to learn to read a calendar," Robbie said from across the room."A calendar?"She pointed at the one behind the teacher's desk. "It's still February. March doesn't start 'till tomorrow." Mr. Sims, I am extremely tired of your attitude. Of your disrespect for this school and it's teachers."My stomach growled. Parker had kept me sitting. "I just wonder why I can't feel bad about killing another human being, even when it was the right thing to do." Sure you killed a man, and that's supposed to be a sin, but what about killing the Indians and White men who have attacked us since then? What's the difference? The first time was just a little more personal and direct, but, both times, you were protecting others from certain death. That has to count for something! I think that you are perfectly right not to be upset at killing. I don’t even ask their names.He use to call me before coming home and I get ready naked to welcome them. After they left leaving my husband hands with money we just see each other eyes and blush out in a laugh. We kept on talking something or other and we could not sleep all night day and suddenly there was a door bell sound. My husband said it must be the paper boy. Both our eyes met. I read his mind, it’s around 5:30 am in the morning and I know no one in the appt would be awake. I walked. Karen kept kissing him and I could see his tongue coming out and entering Karen's mouth.Then I noticed they were playing with a strawberry lubricant. He would put some on his finger than into his mouth and Karen would suck it off his tongue. This playing back and forth went on for quite some time.When the store closed Karen asked the black guy came back to our hotel room with us. It didn't take long after the first drink, he and Karen were on the bed kissing and laughing and playing. I was.