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.Olivia had briefly thought of telling her about work but they started talking about the Cree Indian tribes and how her parents hadn’t wanted to live on a reservation.They wanted their children to be able to see the world outside of the reservation, live in it and maybe one day take back ownership of the land that was once theirs.But at the same time her parents wanted to make it easier for her.Their father, Mingan, had definitely told his wife, Alsoomse, that they were giving his boy a strong Cree name no matter the American standards.And strong is what they had given him; strong is what he had become.Their last name was an interesting tale that pretty much told her there was Navajo somewhere in their line—possibly so as Amber’s mother had said, but the name was still Native and the name was still theirs.That morning they had lapsed into conversation when Amber’s phone rang and she beamed with happiness.“Chogan,” she had giggled so much that Olivia thought this Chogan was her boyfriend until Amber called him “big brother” with a huge smile on her face.“You’re almost home right?”Olivia hadn’t heard the other end of the conversation but she could read expressions enough to know the answer had been a mix of yes and no.“Soon then?” She had said.“You’ll be back for a family picnic right?” She had smiled again.“Great.I have a new friend I want you to meat.She’s so nice she dumped her tea on me.”Olivia had covered her eyes and shook her head.Oh sure, that’s what she needed a big brother to hear, that she had dumped her tea on his little sister.Sure, she had thought, that would make him hate her before he even met her.As happy as Amber was Olivia saw the panic on her face before the words came out of her mouth.“Crap.I’m late!”Amber had disconnected the call and rushed away but not before exchanging numbers with her and promising to call her that night.Their friendship had started off strong and stayed that way.Perhaps it was because they had some things in common with each other and they could understand each other on some level.Perhaps it was because Olivia didn’t feel like she had much of a sister left and it felt good having a friend as close as she and Amber had become.Amber hadn’t been so lucky career wise either.She was a good student, but never stupendously so; scholarships were hard for her to get.She got some scholarships thanks to her heritage and she was able to get through her first two years of school before she decided it just wasn’t for her anyway.She dropped out, much to her parents’ dismay and then she found her way down to the Westin Lights, a very upscale hotel with loads of high class assigned to it.That place didn’t have a room in it that went for under five hundred dollars a night.Amber’s parents may have been chagrinned about her choice, but Olivia couldn’t complain.When her own job fell apart thanks to the company mismanaging their money and going under, she had nowhere else to go.If it hadn’t been for Amber’s service to the still fabulous hotel Olivia wouldn’t have gotten a job, and she certainly wouldn’t have gotten in at the top of the maid services level.Yes, they had levels for that kind of stuff and the bottom tier was what she would call trash collector meets waste cleanup meets sewage backup removal crew.It was gross and thanks to Amber Olivia didn’t have to figure out if she had the stuff it took to do that kind of work because she already knew her answer would be no.She would probably puke, puke, and then puke some more before running for the door.Amber’s sweet voice and gorgeous looks had smoothed the way for Olivia to get the job.She couldn’t say she blamed Amber for using what the good lord blessed her with.The woman had curves in all the right places, breasts that were a solid D-cup, a waist that fit hourglass figure requirements and skin as Indian red-brown as one could imagine.Her skin was smooth, without even a hint of hormonal acne, unlike Olivia who had never had the dreaded bout with acne until she hit year twenty-nine of her life.They were hormonal breakouts only, but they always left a scar here or there until she could use enough Ambi to fade the dark spots on her smooth brown skin [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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