Star Trek Amazon Episode One The Prince Of Amazonia
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His name was Set Indiana Lion Bones. Yeah, he'd be the first to tell ya, with a smirk, that his parents were damn cool.
The other names were just 'cause... y'know, whatever. How about some more spirit in that drink girl? It's getting pretty hot in here, he'd say in his whiskey-soaked husky voice, twinkling his devilish rum-soaked eyes. Set, Indy, Lion, call him whatever.
He'd go on, talking to whatever pretty young lass was by his side, being all Mr Lothario, seducing her with his voice a spiced blend of all over the world. A noticeable southern drawl laced with a british accent (his schooling days) and touched up with the inflections of exotic foreign climes.
So what if his dark eyes kept darting to the gal's pushed out chest and her deep cleavage... either she was too tipsy or ditzy to notice (Set had a habit of picking up not the cleverest and classiest ladies around), or she didn't care, or was flattered. Attitudes were different here.
He draped one lazy arm around her and his hand rested on the side of her bust. Another guy may have been slapped with how far Set pushed some things, especially in the West. But Set was no other guy. He was Lion. And, carrying on his famous father Horatio Bones' legacy, he was an explorer, an adventurer. Looking for action, risks, danger, the wilderness, and of course any free drinks and curvaceous girls along the way. You only live once, and Set was living for more than one man. He'd fucked other explorers, librarians (research!), dancers, whores, bandits, thieves, pirates, farmer's wives and daughters, bar wenches, assassins, tribespeople, priestesses, other guy's brides, and even a princess. Most of them had been fucked intoxicated (him and her). About a third of them had large breasts, Set's main weakness and fetish, and a number more had hot bubble butts, his second attraction. It's a pity not more girls were blessed in such a way.
They all fell for him, for his raconteur charms, his sleazy arrogance... oh and his cock. Let's not forget that. For the type of girls that he went for, it wasn't hard to have them all over him when they found out that he had a thick eleven inch cock hanging down his leg. You could say he was quite the woman pleaser. Although sadly quite a few girls simply couldn't fit him in - or at least got scared and didn't try to, which always annoyed Set. He simply had to make do with a titfuck. Poor guy aye?
Well there was always the second crowd pleaser (except with a few hypocritical prudes) - Set never failed to enjoy seeing the looks on the girls’ faces as they found out first hand just how much cum he could produce. And after? Well let's just say he was blessed with his powers of recovery.
One of Set's goals was to become the next Don Juan, to become someone who may as well have been a legend, a myth. Maybe I am, he mused to himself. Attributes, skills, experiences and achievements such as his weren't very 'real world'. Maybe I'm just the sensational protaganist of another person's mind, he philosophised.
He sure had a pretty high opinion of himself. For good reason.
What was this girl's name again? She wasn't very bright (something which quite crudishly attracted him) but she was sexy and had a nice rack. He had found her in this small village off the Amazon, of which he was currently lying in a hut in after 'befriending' the locals. He was gonna leave the very next day (probably wise, as the girl was the village elder's daughter) to continue his exploration of the dangerous jungle south of the village, which was left blank on all maps he had acquired. He couldn't wait.
Set gave her big tit a squeeze and the girl giggled. 34E he guessed to himself. Not bad. He took another sip of his drink, whatever kind of fiery water they made here, and peeked out the hut. It had fallen dark fast in this place and various torches around the other huts had been lit, casting the collection of huts in a warm flickering glow. The girl asked him something in a foreign language, who knew what, but the tone of the voice was easy to pick up on for the experienced. Set grinned.
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 15 *Company's coming!* Radar told the others. *And something is happening at the compound.* WHUMP! Yamai had underestimated his fellow villagers. And those of the other village. Hunting parties had spotted him on his way to the shrine, and correctly guessed his destination. They had no idea that they had been "helped" to reach that conclusion, or "encouraged" to send runners back to stir up reactions in the villages. Nor were...
Author’s note: The noble ladies of medieval France loved tales of women who had to put up with old and jealous husbands. Sometimes the stories were comic, sometimes tragic, sometimes romantic – but always the bad husbands were outwitted, one way or another. Here’s my (slightly naughty) take on the bad husband tale. Rosette daughter of Galon was rounding the last corner between the village well and the cottage she shared with her mother and father when two of the Duke’s soldiers, magnificent in...
Introduction: Linda the new sexy woman Rosetta girls nightmare (no more) 4 When Mike got home on Monday he had the evening meal ready to eat and his daughters were doing homework for their classes. Norm Kelly had called to leave update to his last update on the investigation on who did this kidnapping, the FBI was seeking a new warrant to search yet another building for the kidnappers and the two million dollars they took in ransom. It was bedtime for Mike and Linda She got a new hair cut...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 2 It wasn't fair! Rose spent the late afternoon talking to the girl, learning about her family and her pets and her village. Sharing the quick friendship such little girls give so easily, and even older girls like Rose remembered how to accept and cherish. Watching her face light up when she had someone, anyone, who could talk to her in her own language. Laughing about the antics of the animals and the other children back home....
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 9 "Thank you very much for honoring me with your hospitality, Mrs. Tanaka." Rose noticed that her new friends flinched at the way she said that, but the woman seemed unperturbed. The woman responded that Rose honored them with her presence. Rose understood that the response was cloaked in ritual, but that Aoi's mother genuinely meant it. The woman went on to invite Rose to enjoy the snacks, including the other two guests in...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 10 David was surprised... and impressed. While his observations of Rose's late night were pretty boring - she got to bed early, so he just saw her sleeping - her father was another matter entirely. That man could drink! And from the internals David could sense, it seemed like he was faking his seeming impairment as he played the bar games. And he wasn't using any anti drunk pill or anything. He thought people like that only existed in...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 11 "This is going to be fun," Maki thought. The last time they took their new American friend shopping, it was a frantic effort to help her blend in with the crowds and disappear from those hunting her. This time, she was just another girl and they had all the time they needed. And Aoi's father was paying for it. One of the company cars picked them up from cram school, and she spent the ride to the office mapping out the stores she...
Seth reclined in his litter, borne upon the shoulders of four servants as they elevated him above the crowded marketplace. He stared up at cloudless blue sky while they made their stuttering, stop-and-start way through the throng and toward the slave pens. He'd ventured out with a mission today. A particular need had overcome him, a rather... insatiable craving, and his usual methods of indulgence were proving wanting of late. The brothels and the infrequent liaisons with other lords barely...
Gay Male'Just give me a better offer.' The man smiled as he lighted a cigar. He held all the cards and both knew it. Had this man been submissive, Seth would hav easily been able to persuade his client, but this was not the case and he could not use his dom tactics here. The compagnie was not doing well and only two branches were still active. Seth's was one of them. Paper was just not sold much anymore and there were too many suppliers for a small market. However this client would mean that his...
Someone knocked on his door and Seth looked through the window. One of his employees, a middle aged Cuban man named Juan stood in front of the door, waiting to be allowed in. Seth never liked the man. He smelled like cigarettes, and had an irritating cough. 'Come in.' Seth spoke, wondering was this man was bothering him with. The man opened the door and started groveling. 'Sir I am sorry to disturb you while you are very busy but I noticed that you have yet to find a new secretary.' That...
Finally, the weekend is here and it’s time to get Seth's birthday party ready. My boyfriend Seth, is turning twenty-five and we talked last night about how many people we should invite to his party, he just wants his closest friends from work here, so that's who is coming to his party. Tomorrow night we will go out to dinner with his family to celebrate with them. As his family are very religious, they wouldn't approve of the alcohol that will be served here tonight, so we will just go out...
ReluctanceSeth woke in a large, open field along the Darnestown Road just west of Rockville's court house. His hands were tied together, and for a moment he wondered where he was. He stretched carefully and felt pain knot his leg muscles and his backside. His knee hurt, too. He bit his lip to keep from crying out and massaged his calves and thighs, but he could not move freely because one of his ankles was tied to the leg of the snoring man lying next to him. The hazy sky grew slightly brighter, and...
"Who was that you were talking to out there?" Seth's mother glanced at him as she put down her ladle and began slicing carrots into the soup pot. "That's what I was trying to tell you, Momma." Seth watched the orange rounds plop into the bubbling soup, the slices getting larger as the carrot got smaller. "He's a soldier. A cavalryman, a rebel soldier, Momma." Seth watched his mother for some reaction, but she kept chopping carrots without missing a beat. "And he cut the telegraph...
The rebel soldier led Seth's horse a few hundred yards along the all-weather road toward Washington, past the place where two wagons had overturned and burned the previous summer while the others tried to escape Jeb Stuart's whooping horse soldiers. At the top of a rise they crossed the dirt track beside the macadamized road and stopped in the shade of a small stand of locust trees. The boy sat on his horse, saying nothing but watching his captor carefully and considering his situation....
For what seemed like a long time there was no sound in the dining room of the Williams's farmhouse except for the ticking of the clock, the flutter of the curtains and the whirr of insects. "Yes, I recognize him," Mrs. Williams said to Seth, her face white but her voice steady, and then to the soldier, "How may we help you, sir?" The man stood in the doorway with his weapon held loosely in his right hand, pointed more or les at the floor. Seth noted with some pride that it was a Sharps...
Seth licked his fingers, scooped up the last bits of his second piece of pie and gulped down his third cup of milk. Jefferson sat stiffly at the kitchen table with his frayed hat in his lap. Annie and Caroline watched the boy eat and listened to a disorganized story that seemed like the odd-shaped pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. Mrs. Williams busied herself at the stove, but Seth could tell that she was listening, too. Between bites and gulps the boy had told them, in disjointed fragments, where...
Confederate General Jubal Early and most of his staff spent Sunday evening near Gaithersburg, Maryland, a few miles north of Rockville, at the home of a very angry slave owner and Union sympathizer named John DeSellum. Mr. DeSellum was particularly unhappy because passing Rebels had pretty well cleaned him out of food and fodder before someone on the General's staff decided that his home would be a good place to locate the invading army's headquarters for the night. The few dark hours of...
1865 The first snow of the winter was a total surprise. The citizens of the Capital area awoke one morning late in November, and there it was, milky white and tombstone quiet, a half-foot deep and still coming down in flakes the size of silver dollars. The field where Seth and his brother had been cutting hay lay buried, the uncut stalks now bent low into mounded hillocks near the old road, both parts of which had all but disappeared. The wet snow even clung to the deep loops of the...
Sweating junior officers called squads of soldiers from the walls, trenches and firing pits of Fort Stevens, and at a sergeant's insistence, Seth and Jefferson joined a shuffling chow line. The busy cooks never looked up as they served everyone a piece of gristly meat, a hunk of dark bread, and a cup of thick bean soup. The soldiers stood or squatted in the shadiest areas eating and joking about the probable age and source of their meat. They could not decide whether it was mule or camel,...
The President joined his wife and the other sightseers in a place of relative safety behind the fort's thick wall, and General Wright went back to his troops. Seth left the fort and crossed the crowded turnpike. The eager spectators pressed forward, excited by the increased activity. Seth elbowed his way through the mob, most of whom seemed to be in a holiday mood. He moved into the scrubby woods and past the piles of cleared brush where he had seen the New York soldiers disappear. He wanted...
The French's winding farm lane met the long-traveled Pike about a half mile north of Luke Williams' general store. At the open gate Jefferson pulled the faded, gray wagon into the shade of a weeping willow near a dried up brook. The three of them listened. Insects whirred and a faint breeze rustled the dry leaves. Seth walked out into the middle of the worn, hard-surfaced road on stiff legs. He could not see anything out of the ordinary. He had expected cavalry patrols racing back and...
In a few minutes Seth looked back again. The Confederates were nowhere to be seen in the dappled sunlight. The boy sighed and relaxed, feeling his heart thumping. "What was you so concerned 'bout back yonder?" Jefferson asked in his normal bass rumble. "I knew you could act crazy-like. I warn't worried none." "I think one of those soldiers, that sergeant, he recognized me. I'm pretty sure I ate breakfast with him out in Rockville early this morning." "Aw, come on now, Seth. How...
After the first rush of confusion produced by the sound of the big guns to the east, the men of Fort Reno settled back into an afternoon of disciplined routines. Now only the occasional crack of a sharpshooter's rifle reminded General Hardin's men to keep their heads down as they went about their tasks. They fired off a few heavy rounds to harass the people on the old turnpike and then settled back to wait and watch. Jefferson and Seth found a safe place for flop-eared Ben and Mr....
Hamare pariwar me 4 sadasya hai. Meri mom savita umra 34 saal, papa hansraj, umra 38 saal, joki gaon ke sahukar ke pass accountant ka karya karte hai. Mai dilip umra 19 saal, kaksha 12th ka chatra, aur meri choti bahan vidya umra 18 saal, and kaksha Kabhi hamara pariwar bhi hasta khelta pariwar tha. Papaji bahot mehnati the aur sahukar ( seth dilawar khan ) ki un par khas inayat thi. Seth jee ke yaha bade bade log aate jaate the, jaise ki collector, police captain, tahsildar, bade bade afsar,...
1876 "Caroline," Seth said as she gathered up the soup plates from their supper, "Got a minute? Need to talk to you." He looked very serious, and he felt very nervous. He licked his dry lips and attempted to slow his breathing. He could feel his heart thumping. And he almost lost his nerve. The young woman nodded and furrowed her brow at her brother-in-law. Winter was finally easing its frigid grip; the maples were showing some dark red buds, and a lot more migrating birds were out in...
Seth sat quietly beside Jefferson rubbing his wrists and flexing his cramped fingers. The trooper lay sprawled on his back with his arms extended. He did not seem to be breathing. "Didn' mean to hit him so hard," whispered Jefferson, still holding an ax handle in his huge fist. "We jus' sort'a run together at the corner there. He turned an' I whacked him. I heered you comin' up the hill, Seth." The boy put his ear to the man's chest. "He's not dead, Jefferson. His heart's still...
1866 "Love is certainly a funny thing," said Seth's mother, steadily snapping beans while she looked out her kitchen window. Rustling leaves now filled the fruit and shade trees and the trumpet vine on the outhouse wandered in glorious bloom. "A very funny thing. Don't you think so, Annie my sweet?" "I dunno," her daughter said, scratching her shaggy head. "And don't you say anything 'bout Jimmy Willson jus' 'cause he throws acorns at me." "Right," said her mother, smiling...
Disbelieving, shocked, frightened, Seth watched as his mother faced this angry soldier holding a gun. He felt frozen to his chair as if time had stopped. Unconnected images and sounds flashed in his memory: Mr. Willoughby, his skinny teacher yelling there was no school because a war had started; his Aunt Hope screaming in anguish when he told her that the soldiers had taken Uncle Luke away; the blue-clad men whistling as they smashed down his father's fence; his mother reading and rereading...
1865 "Uncle Luke wants to talk to you," Seth told his brother breathlessly. "Right now." He had run all the way back from the store with that request and stood panting beside Robert's old rocking chair on the back porch. The kitchen door stood open as it nearly always did, and two guinea hens seemed to be discussing whether or not they would explore the house. The cat dozed. "About what?" asked Robert, crossing his ankles the other way and holding up the boat hull he was carving, a...
1874 In mid-March with the wind playing tricks in the bare-limbed trees, Caroline, Johnny and Seth rode out the Pike in the Williams' farm wagon and found Zedediah Snowden at his small home in the black section of Rockville, an area called various demeaning names by the local whites but most generally referred to as "the run." Zed put down his hoe and welcomed Caroline with a smile, and then he shook Seth's hand. "Too soon to dig nohow," he said, wiping his hands on his heavy thighs....
In the barracks behind Fort Reno, a broad bar of golden sunlight slid across Seth's face while the boy dreamed of his mother's sewing circle. His tiny grandmother Axminister, red-faced Aunt Hester who always smelled of camphor, his maiden aunt who was called Miss Vidy, and his mother were knitting at his house. He could hear the needles clicking. Annie sat on a stool playing with her doll. Seth crouched back in a corner, watching and listening. All the women were saying nasty things to his...
When Mike got home on Monday he had the evening meal ready to eat and his daughters were doing homework for their classes. Norm Kelly had called to leave update to his last update on the investigation on who did this kidnapping, the FBI was seeking a new warrant to search yet another building for the kidnappers and the two million dollars they took in ransom. It was bedtime for Mike and Linda She got a new hair cut and style today with the shorter hair revealing a delicious longer...
When Mike went outside to do yard work Alexia asked her mother if she would like to join them for some sexual experimentation. She told them “yes, I will be with you in a minute.” Linda collected what she needed and put them in a box and took it to Alexia’s room where she met her daughters. Linda told them “we may not have much time so I brought some tools you may find interesting.” Linda and her daughters stripped their clothes and shoes off and stared at each other’s naked bodies. ...
Detective Ramirez called back and got Mike on the phone and said “it would be all right to give a story to his employer but you should confine it only to the fact known by you and nothing with regard to the investigation.” “I have a recommend that you first put this in writing and email it to me” and He gave his email address to Mike. Mike asked the detective “I would like to involve an private investigator because I can afford the cost and I would forward any information from the PI to you...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 1 She felt a little silly. As 12 year old Rose Reid made her way through the State Park, bundled against the chilly November breeze, she was more than half convinced that her classmates were pulling another joke at her expense. Just because she had a slight learning disorder when it came to language, and a related speech disorder, too many of her peers (and too many adults - even teachers) thought she was slow. But her high...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 3 "Well, it certainly sounds more exciting than my brush with MORFS." "You're a morf? One of us?" "Of course. Nothing useful, like yours. But it did get exciting in a sad sort of way." Rose consciously switched back to English. "Exciting and sad? What happened?" "I grew up in a small village near the coast of Eire - Ireland, you call it. We used to joke that...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 4 Rose wasn't given much time to brood on her feeling that she was being set up. While she was making the calls, her father and sister were breaking out the supplies for the other part of their Black Friday tradition - putting up the Christmas decorations. Before she knew it, she was anchoring and testing the animated yard display, while her father was stringing the DanceGlows along the roof and around the windows and her mother,...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 5 Rose woke with a feeling of empty loss. Some of it was a normal reaction to the day, but there seemed to be something else - something from her dreams. She experienced the normal part every year. There had been so much build up to the events of the last few days, what with Thanksgiving, Black Friday, and her birthday, and now it was suddenly all over. On top of that, the visit by her Gram was ending. When Rose went to school,...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 6 Her nap was not as refreshing as she would have liked. She almost attributed the things she heard to dreams, but they were not said "in the language of" her dreams. It was clear that the speakers had no idea they were being overheard - much less by a thirteen year old girl. The general consensus was that the ogre - her father - had scored a major coup of some sort and was in a position to parlay that into an even bigger score....
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 7 WHUMP! SCREECH...BOOM... tinkle... crash! "Shit!" Rose almost never heard her father swear. but his eyes were in the rearview mirror, looking shocked. Looking back, she saw a large truck sitting across the traffic lanes behind them. The front end was on the other side of the road, blocking part of that traffic as well. There was wreckage everywhere. *Lena! What happened? Are you ok?* *I'm... fine. Just before the...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 12 Shielding sensitive information from a telepath is best done in layers. It helps to have some natural shields to begin with. Then the outermost conscious level - keep the information out, and fill it with a compelling, emotionally charged image. Preferably, one that is profoundly disturbing. In a pinch, one that is overwhelmingly attractive will do. Either way, it does two things: makes it believable that your mind keeps returning...
Rosetta: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 13 As the morning wore on, the snowfall started to slack off. By late morning, it was light enough that the neighborhood children were out playing in it. Of course, there are children and then there are children. Rose was startled by a knock at the door. Even with her MORFS augmented hearing, he hadn't heard anyone walking up to it. The mystery was solved a moment later, when she caught a glimpse of a familiar form standing on her...
In the French's dark, dry barn that smelled of hay and horses, Corporal Wainder swam back to consciousness after the repeated thud of distant cannon fire. He lay some six miles north of Fort Stevens, but he could clearly hear echoes of the guns' booming reports and even feel the ground beneath him shake. He looked around his horse-stall prison and saw nothing but piles of straw and worn, pine boards. "Water," sounded in his parched throat, but he was not sure whether or not he said the...
Corsets and Boots: Part Six Chapter Eleven Consolidation. We both made a concerted effort to establish a good working and domestic relationship, and I concentrated on trying to be attentive; polite; considerate; industrious, and in fact not at all like my usual self! Dorothy showed off her skills of household management and organisation, and she must have been good at both, because I began enjoying my food and found myself helping her with what I had previously considered to be...
They met very few travelers on the highway, passing only two mule-drawn farm wagons headed toward the city, one loaded with a jumble of furniture. That surprised Seth since there had been a lot of traffic heading south the previous couple of days. A half-dozen Union cavalrymen clattered past, Illinois boys, heading toward Rockville with hardly a glance at the two dusty riders going the other way. Seth noticed that many of the farms along the old road seemed abandoned. Some of the houses and...
As Mr. French's buggy topped the hill near the Bethesda Meeting House, Seth looked back, but Jefferson was not in sight. He probably took that shortcut that fords the creek, thought the boy. Mr. French had been full of questions, but Seth had been more interested in looking at the damage done along the Pike by the retreating troops. The fences were gone and so were the flocks of chickens. The blacksmith shop where Jefferson had sought information on the way into town was closed and the...
Chapter Five Tight Lacing My smallest corseted waist measured twenty nine inches, and the next obvious question was:- By how much could it be safely reduced? My imagination began to run freely as I visualised all the possibilities. One inch? Three inches? Perhaps even six inches! The shop that advertised the corsets with a twenty three inch waist was the obvious place for me to start making some polite enquiries. This was going to be my first assault on a corset shop, and it...
It had been dark for some time. Fireflies flickered in the smoky gloom when General Jubal Early sent for Kyd Douglas. With former vice-president Breckinridge and John B. Gordon, Early had been discussing the long, hot campaign. In a month they had accomplished most of General Lee's basic purposes. Crops were being harvested in the Shenandoah Valley. Hundreds of horses and tons of supplies were on their way to Richmond. They had not suffered very many casualties, perhaps a thousand, but many...
Robert weighed barely a hundred pounds when he came home. His yellowish skin looked like old parchment, his joints seemed only tenuously connected and his cloudy eyes hid deep in dingy hollows. His lank body bore a multitude of sores, some of which had scabbed over but many remained open and running for a long time, seeping a greenish pus. Seth, along with his mother and young sister, made the morning-long trip into Washington City to retrieve him from the crowded hospital near the Capitol....
Corsets and Boots: Part Four Chapter Seven A Firm Foundation To her eternal credit, Dorothy did not laugh. With yet another of her amazing transformations she composed her face to the look of polite enquiry that she had used in the shop. This was too much for me. Her change of expression turned the handle; engaged the gears; opened the floodgates, and allowed words to come pouring out of me in a never ending cataract. My hopes - my frustrations - The difficulties I had encountered...
Boots and Corsets by Richard Head Foreword (Taken from Chapter 18) A considerable amount of nonsense has been written about Corsets and Tight Lacing over many years by authors who have no practical knowledge or personal experience of their subject. Most of these writers will try and titillate their readers by relying upon the constant repetition of popular words and phrases such as "I felt as if it was cutting me in half," or "She laced me in until I was unable to...
Chapter Seventeen Some Case Histories This is a short selection of the desires expressed by some of our more extreme customers, taken from my files. In each case I asked for and was granted their written permission to relate their stories, and I always gave them my personal assurance that their anonymity would be protected at all times. 1. "PAINKILLERS PAULA." I remember this particular case because it was one of the few that reduced Dorothy to tears. She had booked the...
Corsets and Boots: Part Eight Chapter Fifteen Work We returned to the shop, after our honeymoon, to find that two batches of completed garments had been delivered by the factory and were overdue for dispatch, so we had to roll up our sleeves and start packing them at once. I almost wished that we had accepted Gerald's offer to mail the orders direct to the customers while we were away; but I preferred to deal with this part of the business myself so that I could deal with any...
1873 After several days of iron-willed control, the young woman was exhausted. "But Daddy," Caroline wailed, a sour knot in her throat, "he was only thirty. It's so unfair. We were just getting started." She beat weakly on her father's chest with one fist, her confused baby trapped between them. Mr. French held his daughter as best he could as she cradled her youngest in her crooked arm and had her other two children hanging to her skirt and legs, impatient to be somewhere else,...
The wobbly farm wagon and its happy outrider proceeded up the long hill to Tennallytown at Ben's steady pace and then, at what was called Gloria Point, turned a sharp left across the Georgetown-Rockville Pike by the old tavern. The sporadic firing had quieted again, and the only sounds Seth could hear were the familiar creak of the wagon and the clip clop of the mule and horse. Now I'm in the other army, he thought as they arrived at the huge fort's impressive back gate, Robert's army,...
Corsets and Boots: Part Two Corset Training for the Young Male Beginner Selection of the Corset Every caring mother should take her young son to a well-known and highly recommended corsetiere who specialises in designing corsets that train and shape the youthful male figure. A good corset maker will be able to give the best advice, and can offer the latest and most scientific ideas regarding the design and manufacture of the best type of corset for a growing boy. Some mothers,...
Chapter Nine Judgement Day I stuck it for three whole weeks; weighed down by misery and bitterness. Deep; internally festering bitterness. I snapped at anyone who came near me, and then started being rude to clients at work. I had been Wronged; unjustly wronged; and I had to take it out on somebody, however innocent they were. Complaints started to reach the Branch Manager, who called me into his office and made me stand to attention in front of his desk while he gave me a severe...
1872 Two late snowstorms blanketed the area and gave Robert Williams plenty of time to read his borrowed law books as business all but disappeared. He found that he enjoyed it, completely lost track of time some days, and by March had struggled his way through most of the Maryland code, at least those parts he found interesting and relevant. In the back of one of his ledgers he had accumulated several pages of notes and, with lawyer Anderson's help, a list of Latin terms and their...