(OOC: It is wonderful to be writing with you again, Annie. Thanks for contacting me. I just spent a couple of hours excitedly refreshing myself with the story.)

King told Annie, "I would love to be your lover."

A smile widened her lips, and goosebumps visibly covered her arms and legs before she blurted out, "Me, too."

King joined the smile, nodding softly as he responded, "Good. That's [i]very[/i] good."

"Black Rock," she told King after she'd caught her father's gesture toward an outcrop north of them. She explained the source of the name, saying, "It's called obsidian."

She talked about how they made arrowheads out of the shiny black stone. King knew all about the [i]Indian[/i] craft, of course; it was another bit of history of which he was aware that he wouldn't share with the girl per her father's instructions. 

Annie switched to a much more interesting topic, her [i]coming of age[/i] in just three months. [i]Moons[/i], King reminded himself, doing the math. [i]Not 91 or 92 days, but just 74.[/i] 

She told him, "By then, I will have convinced my father that -- as I do now -- he should be excited about you being [i]min første[/i] ... my first."

Again, King smiled wide. She'd finally verified without a doubt that she welcomed him in between her thighs. It had been a long, [i]long[/i] time since King had [i]deflowered[/i] a beautiful woman. Actually, she hadn't been [i]beautiful[/i] at all but had been somewhere between average and below such. But she'd been hot for him, and King didn't often turn down sex. His father had taught him [i]Just close your eyes, and they're all beautiful as you're fucking them.[/i] 

It hadn't been a very nice thing to say about any woman, particularly a girl wanting to finally [i]become a woman[/i]. The irony was that as she and King had continued their relationship, they'd actually come to like each other very much. They probably would have still been together today if King's wandering nature hadn't taken him away from The Carolines. 

Then Annie said something that returned King to the reality of her culture, "Paul will have to wait for his turn."

King's smile faded as he contemplated her words. He looked off toward the man in question a moment, then back to Annie. "So ... after you and I produce a baby... presuming your father allows it...?"

He couldn't bring himself to finish the question. King couldn't imagine having to [i]share[/i] Annie at all, let alone with that ass, Paul.