That man’s trouble he seems so
Talmidge looks around the area.
He sees Quatie standing beside a nearby tree listening. She is dressed in her best dark prairie skirt and white deer skin top. Her black hair shines bright decorated with silver braids.
I gotta go. White blood or not,
we're still friends, John Ross.
He watches Talmidge walk away and then notices Quatie and smiles.
She walks toward him. John stands. Quatie walks into his open arms. They embrace and kiss.
Quatie giggles and hugs John.
John holds her head in his hands and pushes her raven black hair back. He kisses her with a passion. Quatie responds deeply and passionately returning John's kiss. Their bodies
press together. John's hands caress Quatie's bulging cleavage. She looks at him seductively and nibbles on his mouth.
They melt to the ground and on a carpet of green grass. John can hardly control his hunger for her. They kiss harder with more passion. Quatie returns his passion with even more.
Quatie slowly stops. She looks deep into John's blazing eyes. Quatie speaks to him, softly with a controlled charm.
John, I love you, but you will
have to marry me first.
John looks at her frustrated and confused. He pauses, then smiles with relief. He blurts out his agreement.