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The woman looked at the note I gave her, then looked at me, twitched her nose and looked at the note again. Her home was a large, wooden farmhouse with several ells and many outbuildings near the river that I had been taught was called something like Skoolkull.
"You are," she said at last, folding my note into her pocket of her apron, "the largest, smelliest, dirtiest man I have seen in a long time. If you will go wash yourself, and your clothes as well, and your hair, lord help us, how long has it been, and your boots, and come back here in an hour or so, reasonably clean, smelling less like a dung heap, I will give you something to shave with and talk to you."
She turned on her heel and closed the door. I stood, surprised and frozen in place, not knowing whether to cuss or laugh. She was a handsome woman, I had registered that, and the house was certainly stately if plain, properous, I knew that too. While I was contemplating, she opened the door again and threw me a piece of hard soap. She smiled and disappeared.
I went to her well pump, untied my hair, skinned off my long-tailed shirt, set aside my heavy belt, got out of my boots, examined my rags of stockings, peeled off my britches, which I had to admit were rather stained and may have housed a louse or two, and then pumped up a bucket of water and dumped it over my head. My ballocks and cock almost disappeared in the cold water, both heavy with need. I stood with my back to the house, turning blue I suspected, assuming that natural curiosity might bring someone to the windows to watch this process. I was surprised by my own modesty, a virtue that seldom appeared. I dumped another bucket of frigid water over myself and rubbed the soap between my hands.
I washed my hair twice, rubbed soap over my body and scrubbed myself with my shirt, getting it clean at the same time. A crude, wooden washboard stood nearby, and I used that to wash my breeches, inside and out and pounded on the seams. Then I sat on the edge of the well and worked on my feet and legs and rinsed a couple of times. I hung my clothes on a bush, picked up my boots and belt and went to the back door, naked as a jay bird.
A hand appeared with a tan blanket which I accepted and wrapped myself in, Indian-style. I sat on the back steps and enjoyed the feel of clean skin. I wiped my boots with a corner of the blanket. I shook my head and sprayed droplets far and wide. I wished I had some tobacco.
I think I was about to fall asleep there in the sunlight when the door opened and the woman came and sat beside me.
"Have any tobacco?" I asked since it was atop my mind.
She stood, pried open the door slightly, cried, "Mindy, bring a pipe and a taper," and sat down again. She took a deep breath, almost like she was smelling me.
"How is John by-damn Foster?" she asked.
"He's well," I said, smiling. "Busy."
A young, black girl silently appeared with a clay pipe stuffed full of rough-cut and a skinny candle. I pushed the tobacco down and lit up. It was nice stuff, Virginia I guessed, very sweet. The girl disappeared after blowing out the thin candle. She might have been fourteen or so, creamy brown skin, bare feet.
We talked about what I was sent for and she said she guessed she could help since she had friends in trade. "My late husband," she told me, "was a factor. His partner still has the business, but he's loyal, I fear." She produced a straight razor from her pocket. "This was his, my husband's," she said handing it to me.
'Very fine," I said, opening it, "English-made, good steel."
"Yes, I enjoyed watching him shave. I'll get you a glass." She called Mindy again and a small, round mirror soon arrived.
I knotted the blanket at my waist, went back to the well, produced a bit of lather with the soap and shaved with the small mirror propped in an crabapple tree. Sometimes I could see the woman still sitting on the steps, watching me. I scraped my face and throat reasonably bare, rinsed it some, wiped it with my hands, cleaned the blade on the blanket and returned to my perch.
"We've heard, I don't know where," I told her, "that a whole ship load of weapons is due soon. We need some badly, gunpowder and lead as well."
"I'll look into it," she said. "Ask around."
"Can you give me the names of some shopkeepers I can trust?"
She nodded. "If you are very careful. The city is alive with Tories, and the British are not tolerating any interference."
She went back into her house, had Mindy bring me a cold meat pie, and I smoked and waited for my clothes to dry. As the sun began to settle behind the distant hills, the woman trotted down the steps and felt my shirt and breeches. She brought me the shirt, which was chilly but almost dry, and held my pants out at arm's length like a viper. "You can't go into town in these," she said. "My husband was a big man, bigger around than you. I'll see what I can find." She tossed my ragged breeches on the steps while I pulled on my shirt as the evening cooled. The britches she produced were very well-made but too big around the middle and much too short.
"Well, put those awful things on," she said, "and come inside. We're about to sup." She closed the door and I squirmed into my damp beeches, buttoned up and clamped on my belt, feeling whole again with the heavy blade hanging at my side. I sat across from her at a cherry wood table lit by four candles, and Mindy served us cold chicken, fresh-made bread and jam and what she called "chat," which was surely tea.
"Haven't had any of this for some time," I said, accepting another refill.
She smiled. "One of the prerogatives of being in trade."
"Was your husband loyal?"
She nodded. "We argued regularly but never in public so I am accepted in society still." She pushed a stiff piece of paper across the table to me. "Here's a short list of men I trust. The note at the side of each is their location, business and address. You can read?"
I nodded. "How about the farmers around here?"
"About fifty-fifty," she said. "What's Washington going to do?"
"Lick his wounds," I said. "Rebuild."
"They think it's over, you know."
"Good," I said. "They'll be surprised in the spring."
"The first name on the list is a tailor," she said with a smile. "Get some new breeches, please. He can put them on my account, and some stockings"
I shook my head. "I've money," I said.
"I thought the Continental army was not getting paid."
"Dead men's money, Redcoat's shillings," I said quietly.
"You strip the dead?"
"Always."
She shook her head, and I studied her a bit. Perhaps thirty, maybe thirty-five, very good carriage, very calm, very well-dressed, a plain, handsome lady. The house was quiet.
"No children?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Sadly," she said.
"Do you want me to sleep here or out in the barn?" I asked.
She raised an eyebrow.
"I was thinking of your reputation." I smiled at her, and she returned my grin. I entertained carnal thoughts, as usual, despite the clammy cloth on my shrunken privates.
"Um," she said, "thank you. I usually read or do needlework. You may have the first room on the right upstairs. It's small but has a long enough bed I believe. My reputation, I fear, has long been in tatters."
Now it was my turn to raise an quizzical eyebrow.
She took a deep breath which with her good posture brought her firm breasts almost free of her gown, well up into her loosely tied kerchief.
"I caught my late husband betraying me with a friend of mine. She probably was not his only conquest as I found out later. So I decided to pay him back in kind. But I was not as good at deception as he had been. I made several mistakes, we had a terrible row, he hit me, cursed me and left me."
"You need not," I began.
"Haven't talked to anyone about it, never. He rode away, angry, waving his arms, fell from his horse when it stumbled, tore its leg apart in fact. He broke his neck, right out there in the lane, died instantly I suppose. We had to shoot the horse, a good animal."
I sat back and listened, politely. She looked away from me.
"So there I was, a rich widow and with, well, with a number of married men clamoring to jump in my bed and then a passel of young neer-do-wells who wanted to bed me and wed me. Reputation! I should say."
"What did you do?" I asked quietly.
"Banished them all, the short and the tall, the fat and the lean, the husbands and the suitors, all of them."
"How?"
"Refused them my favors." She laughed. "And my table. Threw 'em out of my bed. I also learnt to shoot." She stood, went to a sideboard, opened a drawer and produced a heavy pistol with a bore as big as my thumb. "I got pretty good. Could stand on that back porch and hit the crabapple tree where you shaved."
"Impressive."
"They thought so. So they decided I was mad, and they've left me alone."
"How long?"
"Nearly a year. Let's see, he died in, yes, just about a year."
My root tingled and I tried to ignore it. I changed the subject as she put the weapon away.
"How much land do you have?" I had no interest but asked.
"Several hundred acres. both sides of the river. We have three tenant farmers and a miller on the land. Would you like some port? Might help you sleep."
I declined, we left the table, and I found my bedroom, got out of my boots and disgraceful breeches and rolled into bed, wondering at the nerve and strength of some women, of most women.
I ignored my morning erection, breakfasted alone and quickly and went into the city, stopping first, as directed, at the tailor's. He smiled when I told him who had sent me, discussed a number of topics as he took my measure and suggested britches in the British-foot-soldier mode that buttoned about mid-calf instead of at the knee. I left that decision as well as the choice of cloth, as long as it was not white, up to him, bought some knit stockings and went about my business. The city was very crowded, but I saw my usual contacts, had a couple of beers, visited another of the new names given me, and was back at the farm by sunset.
We dined again and I regaled her with stories of the tailor's chatter and the city's bustle. She told me that she had a gig and would go to town with me the next day, if I was willing. I said I would enjoy getting off a horse for a day and would welcome her company.
I awoke hard as usual, dressed and had coffee and corn mush with the lady of the house, who was bright and, I decided, lovely. She seemed excited. I harnessed her chestnut to the gig, and off we went with the woman doing the driving, her reins held high. She liked to go fast and had very good hands. The horse obviously knew her whims and sometimes reacted before she even clucked at him. She never touched the whip. It was a fine, quick ride with the young matron outfitted in a tight jacket and wide skirt rather than a dress. She looked very attractive, very desirable. She put her boots on the dash and displayed a good bit of leg in the breeze.
She introduced me to two more businessmen, one of whom was shocked and frightened when I broached my suggestion that he provide information and help to Washington's army. She almost spat at him and dragged me from the shop, apologizing. We ate at a good restaurant, sitting toward the back where my clothes would not matter, and then visited the warehouse region. She pointed out her late husband's place of business, and I showed her some of the taverns where I had useful contacts. I did not mention Amanda and hoped we would not cross paths.
Back home, she pronounced it a pleasant day, a change from the routine, and we supped as usual.
"You married?" she asked as she poured me more chat.
With my mouth full of bread and jam, I shook my head.
"And why not. Surely you're of age."
"War," I said. "Tain't right."
"Hm," she said, "lady friends?"
"A few. We've been moving about you know. Have a good friend up in Trenton, two in fact." Maybe three, I thought.
"Some women travel with the army don't they, both armies in fact."
I nodded.
"So?" she said.
"Mostly sergeants' and officers' ladies, some of them's wives, washerwomen, a few trollops. I know a couple." I smiled and ducked my head.
"Oh," she said. She took a deep breath, stretching the lacy material of her shirt. She had removed her short jacket when she came in the house. I could not tell if she wore stays.
"No men for a year in your bed?" I asked, since she had introduced the subject.
She smiled and shook her head. "I suspect we've been thinking about the same thing," she said.
"Wouldn't be surprised. Up to you."
"Well, not entirely."
"You rather swive than read or sew?"
She put down her cup, stood and I followed her up the stairs. "No sense wasting that bath you took," she said as she opened the door to my bedroom.
"Why not your room?" I asked as I turned her around and held her close to me, my big paw on her firm butt.
She kissed me gently. "Too many memories. Ghosts."
"Pretty narrow bed," I said. Her body was firm and warm, in constant movement under my hands.
She kissed me again and started working on my shirt buttons.
After the first time, we lay in each other's arms, breathing hard and well satisfied. We had fit together easily and been almost equally demanding.
"That was grand," she said, "Just grand, wonderful. Some men are in such a hurry."
"Can't imagine," I said, petting her soft skin and blowing her hair from my mouth.
"First man I copulated with, whatever you want to call it, other than my husband, and I came to him a virgin, first man was finished in a minute I'm sure. Hopped off like I was on fire, dressed and ran. One of them came before he got into me, actually did it on the bedclothes." She giggled. "He was embarrassed, I think; no, I'm sure."
After the second time, she lay mostly atop me, spent and moaning, her knees near my thighs, head on my shoulder. "We wasted two days," she said. "Wasted. Good night." She crawled out, picked up her clothes and vanished, leaving me wanting more.
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There I was, tied to a post in a dirty barn, stripped bare to the waist and facing as nasty a crew as I had yet found. They did not give a damn about rebels and Tories or anything else. They wanted money and they had mine and hoped I would lead them to more since my purse had been heavy with blood money. I had at least one tooth that was loose, and my eyebrow was dripping blood. I worked on my knots, rubbing my hands up and down the rough post, failed to get the thick pole moving by pulling...
On one of my last trips to visit with Mrs. Von R--, seeking knowledge of British intentions and a warm bed, a black woman hoeing at a kitchen garden stopped me as I walked past the back fence of her long plot. "Ho, mistah," she cried, waving her free hand. "You shore is a big 'un. How 'bout helpin' some poor folks?" She leaned on her hoe and looked at me stony faced, a bandana covering her head and her feet bare. I was in a hurry, eager to find a bedmate since Mrs. Von R-- usually...
It took me a while to figure out that the big, young woman with the long legs and wild hair was in charge of the place and that the man I mistook for the inn-keeper was just one of her employees. She was well past being sturdy, nearly six feet high in her thick-heeled boots and easily twelve stone. She wore plain, country clothes with no decoration and her full, firm body moved freely beneath them like some sort of caged animal. She had heavy thighs, wide hips and full breasts, a firm jaw and...
The woman under me was smiling while her body heaved and rolled from side to side. She raised her hips and her velvety quim pulled me deeper into her when I already felt fully extended. I surged up and back, rocked left and right, trying to screw it in even farther. She squealed and shuddered, pouring fluids over my root as our bodies slapped together. We grunted and throbbed together, thrust and recoil, thrust and recoil. It felt a foot deep in her, banging into her bones, thick and hard....
Staging ambushes became our specialty. Since most agreed that I had the best Pennsylvania rifle in the company, I was often the bait in our trap. Once we had spied a small camp of the enemy pickets or a foraging party at work, my job would be to step out in the open, fire at them a time or two, aiming for the officers of course, and then run for it once they got moving toward me. If we worked it right, we could bag up to a dozen men and horses that way, replenish our supplies and send a...
Not Credible "See this here place, this area," the lieutenant said pointing to his map. I nodded. "Somewhere in these woods there's a home guard bunch that has been raising hell with the Redcoats," he stopped and looked at me. "You ain't busy are you?" "No sir," I said, not wanting to lie but having enjoyed several days of inactivity. "Go find out who's leading 'em. Tell 'em we're getting ready to retreat again. See if you can get this bunch to join up." I nodded and...
"Now," said the big Redcoat, "since you insist on being uncooperative, I have a bargain for you, a trade let us call it." He turned to one of the men near the door. "Bring those two bitches in here," he said. The heavy door of the basement room swung open and two more British soldiers entered, each with a woman in tow. They brought their prisoners to the colonel, clicked their heels and left. Now, just a few feet away, stood a handsome woman and a younger girl. Both wore nothing but...
It was absolutely one of our best ambushes of the whole retreat. We cut the foraging party down like hay, seven men dead and one dying in less than a minute. The women driving the two big wagons did not even have time to duck for cover before it was all over. While the smoke blew away and my lieutenant finished off the wounded man with a pistol shot, I took note of the women with the reins in their hands. They looked a lot alike, fair-haired and sun burned, poke bonnets and farm dresses, long...
"So where have I gone wrong?" "You have not gone wrong Jane, its just that we are not going anywhere in this relationship" "Graham, I gave everything in this relationship, I gave up promotion opportunities,hobbies, you name it". Tears were now in her eyes, there was also a pause. She thought about the holiday in Spain she had booked for them both. "Jane we have both tried, but I find it hard now." He did not want to say it, but before he could even think about it, Jane asked...
“I fucked Becky Howard last night, and she has the smallest tits I have ever seen,” said Todd to his two friends. They laughed and went back to their hamburgers.“Was she any good?” said one of the others after putting down his food.“She was alright I guess, sucked my dick a bit but wasn’t very good at it. And she would only do the missionary position and that’s so fucking lame.”The three young men continued to discuss Becky’s body and what she had done the previous night. I sat at the table...
College SexSince I was in town I rode out to check on Sarah and Jean, the two girls we had rescued from the Hessians earlier that winter. They were living with a farm family that had lost two chidlren to the smallpox and seemed to have settled in right well. Neither had become pregnant as a result of their repeated rapes and both were happy to see me and insisted that I stay for supper to see how well they had learned to cook. I did and they had. Their sour apple pie was as good as any I ever...
We rode right into it and paid the price; two of my company dead plus the driver and footman shot off the carriage. I rolled from my wounded horse and scrambled into the weeds and thorn bushes while George galloped off in the other direction, going for help I certainly hoped. It was a whole company of howling Germans, blue jackets with red facings, and they laughed and gabbled while they searched the dead and pulled two women and a well-dressed man from the rig. I had not been told who we...
I once got to play the knight in shining armor, but of course in my own shabby way. I was eating and drinking in a tavern near the river when the stage stopped and seven passengers trooped in to dine. The group included one striking woman in a long purple cloak. She stood out from the crowd, like a rose among toadstools, not only because of her dress, but because of her cool poise, striking posture, curly brown hair, dark eyes and voluptuous beauty. She was a fine, healthy woman, perhaps...
For the next couple of months, things went on much that way. The British sat in the towns, enjoying life among the Tories as best they could, eating well and rogering regularly, I'm sure, and Washington worried about where they were going and had his recruiters out far and wide seeking replacements for his still-dwindling infantry companies. We heard all sorts of rumors, even a report that a big Redcoat and Indian army was coming down the lakes from Canada, but basically it was a waiting...
When I reported back Captain Foster smiled and said I was just the man he wanted to see. Peter McGinn and I were the only members of the company in town, and there was a visiting officer who had asked for some protection while he scouted about and got to know the country. The officer was a portly Frenchman who spoke almost no English but had with him a young woman, who he claimed was some sort of relation and who acted as his interpreter. We just assumed she was his doxy. The four of us set...
In April, I had an interesting experience with an officer's wife and one of her sons. She was Angela McG-- and he was her oldest, Rodney, a good-sized lad of sixteen, fuzz-faced, long-legged, gawky and eager to get into the fight. He wanted to join the army like his quartermaster father, and she did not want him to. Captain Foster sent me to see her, and I am not sure whether or not he thought he was doing me or her a favor. She was a healthy and handsome woman in her mid-thirties. She had...
I had one more side trip on my way north, again a pleasurable one although it involved a lot of hard work and very little killing. A woman stopped me from beside the road just after I had topped a rise. She held up her hand and smiled at me, sharing a fine and gracious look. I dismounted. I always had a thing for redheads, and this woman had a rich, dark, auburn mane that flowed well down her back. She was handsome and she knew it. There was pride in her stance. "Need some help," the big...
Catching the general was much easier than it should have been. He was traveling without a guard detail, just the driver and an armed footman on the seat. We shot them both, tore open the door and found a portly man of fifty or so in a long-tailed red coat, a trim captain less than half that age, a stylish woman of perhaps thirty and a frilly girl that might have been twenty. The women claimed to be the wife and daughter of the general, although I doubted that from the first sight of them, and...
In May I reported that it seemed the British were getting concentrated down toward Amboy. Captain Foster decided that meant Philadelphia for sure, and I warned the ladies in Trenton to be prepared to run for it if Howe's big army came their way. It took me two pleasurable days and long nights to do that. Washington then moved down to some wooded hills in what the locals called the Watchung Mountains, to keep a closer eye on the British. While his much healthier and somewhat larger army dug...
It took me almost another week to make my report and find that Dan Morgan, Captain Foster and most of my fellow scouts were being pursued by Tarleton's legion in a hit and run series of fights and skirmishes. The British were hitting and we were running, deeper into the hills. By then, just after Christmas this was, Morgan had crossed the Broad River heading west, and, we found out a week later, Greene had moved the rest of his raggedy army, perhaps a thousand men, out of Charlotte and set...
Then Howe's big army just up and vanished. Captain Foster was fit to be tied and gelded. "What the hell do you mean, they're gone?" he yelled at me when I reported I could not find them. "Where did they go? When did they go? What the hell have you been doing? No, don' tell me." "I think they got on ships," I said. "I was all the way down to Hazlit before I ran into pickets and sentries. Fellow in a tavern said he had seen two hundred ships out in the bay. I asked him if he counted...
That day, the 16th of January it was, I looked up the date, we found Tarleton's bunch only about five or six miles away and coming on pretty fast. Captain Foster said the army would be leaving Thicketty Creek and that Dan Morgan was looking for a place to stop running. He planned to stand and fight. I hurried back with my information while Reedy stayed to shadow the British and Tories. He never came back so I guessed he must have made a mistake somewhere. Morgan had camped near a low hill...