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I reported back to Captain Foster and requested leave for a week, saying my wounds had been acting up. Real trouble was I could not stop thinking of Mercy and seeing her torn body in my dreams. He told me to stay away from Pamela and wrote me out a pass, reminding me that General Washington and a French general were expected soon.

Neither Missy nor her daughter was overly happy to see me. Missy was entertaining a white-bearded gentleman in a long-tailed coat, old-fashioned wig and high boots whose name Martha did not know. He evidently was the richest man in Surry County and had a number of farms in adjoining Sussex County as well. The gentleman had arrived by carriage complete with liveried footmen the previous day and spent the night, Martha said with a sneer, in the guest room under the eaves.

"I think Missy done galloped wif him 'fore she put him to bed," Martha said as she handed me some buttered toast.

"How old is he?" I asked

"Lordy, I don' know, ole as sin." Martha shook her head despairingly. "Wish she'd find her a man more your age but in better shape."

Charlotte, unhappy with her mother's un-widowly behavior, had gone over to Williamsburg where the American army was gathering and where young Mr. Cartwright was, I assume, practicing law or whatever he did. She was leaving as I arrived and barely waved at me in passing. Charlotte married him as soon as the war was finally over in '83 and settled down to be at least as domestic as her mother, who never married again but was seldom without male companionship.

I was tempted to go see how Amy and her family were doing out in the hills, but decided instead to visit Booker Forest, since his home was much closer. I still wanted to jump in Missy's bed and make up for my cowardly behavior on the previous visit. Booker was happy to see me and even happier to tell me that he had asked for Miss Elizabeth Finney's hand in marriage and had received both her father's and the young lady's approval of the match. The rape she and her sister had ungone had not resulted in pregnancy, he told me. They were to be wed on Christmas Day. In fact, he had just returned from a visit to Alexandria and was full of news both foreign and domestic.

On my way back north, I stopped to visit Sarah McB--, hoping she might invite me into her large bed for at least a night and help me shed my dark goblins and fears of mortality. Unfortunately two of her children were sick. She had not been sleeping much for almost a week and was no mood to even consider such dalliance.

I stopped to chat with Harley, the blacksmith, and he stuffed a wad of paper notes into my hand, my share for the horses, he told me. I had just about forgotten them and wondered for a moment if the rifleman called Corn had survived his chest wound. We went to the nearby tavern and enjoyed a few beers. The inn-keeper looked at me as if he thought he should remember my face, but I did not bother to remind him of the blood I put on his floor.

"Need a woman?" Harley asked as we stood pissing at the side of the inn, watching the fireflies flicker in the dark woods.

"Could use one, I spose," I admitted, feeling the urge rise.

"Got a good girl that'll do ya fine," he said. "Dentured, kind'a small, but willin'. You kin give her a few shillin's."

"Where is she?"

"Back at the smithy. She's 'sposed to be m'wife's servant girl. Got her for almos' two more years, pretty little thing. Got a mark on her face. Ain't looked at her papers lately. This here's '81 ain't it?"

I nodded.

"Two more years," he said. "C'mon. I used to have a real apprentice, good boy, but he runned off and joined the army. This here girl can do most all he could save the liftin'. Doubt if she goes seven stone."

"She learning' to be a smith?" I asked as we rode slowly back to his furnace.

'Sort'a, anyhow, she's a good one, cuts nails like a machine an' can shoe a horse good as I can. She does me when the wife's away, too. Could get a rise ought'a granite grave marker. Hah. You'll see."

We stabled the animals, and the smith yelled, "Mickey, where are ya?"

The girl came running in, smiling. She wore a shapeless dress that fell open at the top and reached just below her knees. She was barefoot. Her dark hair hung far down her back. I think she probably could have sat on it. She was only about five feet tall, barely that, but all muscle.

"'Arley," she said, with London or Bristol still on her tongue, "what'cha need? Y'wife's a'sleeping. Been at the jug, she 'as."

"This here ugly feller's my fren," the smith said, waving at me. "I want y'to be nice to him, swive him up one side and down t'other if he needs it. Says he does."

She smiled at me and looked back at Harley. "Yes sir," she said, "I'll be banking the fire first if ye's through with it and seein' y'in the mornin' then."

"Thas' fine," he said with a beery smile. He waved at both of us and shuffled off to his house, climbing the steps on the hillside one at a time.

"'E's a good man," the young woman said. "Couldn't 'ave a better master." Her coarse dress was tattered in places and only loosely laced between her ample breasts. She looked healthy and happy.

I watched her rake the coals back and cover them carefully with ashes, her plain face glowing red in the reflected light. The muscles in her strong arms were sharply defined, and her body showed in interesting ways as it moved beneath the worn cloth. Then she turned toward me, dusting her hands and smiling again. "Lord," she said, "ain't chu a big 'un." Don' know if my bed'll 'old ye."

"Mickey is it?" I asked.

She nodded, "They calls me that. I like it."

"Do you like swiving with strangers?"

"No," she said, "but ye be 'Arley's friend, so y'aint' no stranger. Sides ye's a lot more my age than any I seen lately. Most a'is friends are long in the tooth, y'know what I mean. Couldn't 'ardly satisfy a randy spinster, most a'them. I has to put on that they's doin' good, play actin' like."

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Athena Corp Chronicles A Mothers Love

As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...

Sex Therapy 2 The Thert

PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...

Aunt Katherin and Her SlavesChapter 2 Katherine

Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...

Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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