Jody told me a couple years back that her daddy had died and left her a couple of million bucks. Well, now she wants to buy me a largish motorhome and then we can go traveling. There's too many things wrong about that deal for me. First, although we have a good time together, I can't imagine making a long-term commitment with her. Second, I'd be uncomfortable with the idea of having something worth a couple of hundred thousand plunked in my lap. Third, I wouldn't be able to camp out in the desert like this with a rig like that. Fourth, Sasquatch doesn't exactly care for her.

So, I'm going to tell her as gently as possible that I appreciate the offer, but no thanks. I think she'll understand, but I'm never sure. Sitting here, looking on her golden skinned body as she sprawls out in a camp chair, I wonder what's wrong with me. But I'm used to being alone, and truth to tell, I'm my own best company. Growing up on the res I was alone most of the time, with only my uncle to take me hunting and fishing. Yeah, thanks, Jody, but no thanks.

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