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The next morning the first thing Billy Fields said to her after he took the saddle off her horse was, "Think we ought t'get married, you an' me, pretty quick like, maybe this mornin'."

Anne took a step back and caught her breath. "Whoa, wait! I thought, I mean, didn't you say when you got out of the army you'd ask me?"

"Uh huh," he said with a smile, "but then there was no lathy green-bagger mooning about, and we both were a lot younger, an' I was a lot dumber." He grinned at her. "And you weren't so damned pretty as I recall. Were you now?"

She laughed. "What are you talking about?'

"Master Philip Wells, m'dear, that would-be attorney. Should I add the esquire to his fancy name?"

She shook her head, tossing her long curls. "You are out a' your pig-headed Irish mind."

"An' you, m'freckle-faced tabby, you are all he could talk about, y'red-headed nitwit. Did y'have a good time at the fair, by th'by?"

"Lor, Billy. I think you're jealous."

"Damn right! I know I'm jealous. He's tall an' handsome an' he speaks good English, wears clean clothes and wants to be a lawyer. None of the things I am. I'm a jacked, lank-sleeved sojer wi' no trade, no prospects, no nothin', eh? He's to inherit some land when he's of age, so 'e tole me. He may shave by then."

"I remember you telling me that soldiers shouldn't marry, m'lad, marry and then go off to make widows and orphans. And besides, you are not ugly, not a bit." She pulled his nose.

"Did I say that? Nonsense, girl. Don' be waspish." He grabbed for her, and she ducked away, laughing. "I need a wife. Y'should have a husband. You're not a blushing maiden, pretty close to becoming a spinster, eh? Disgraced, that's what you'll be, set aside, put back in a corner, spinnin' perhaps."

"Can't you wait? This foul thing, this war can't go on forever." She held him off with both hands.

"It might; it jus' might. If I wait, you'll be Mistress Wells with a mob of little tow-headed children running around your knees. It's sure a'that I am. That boy is love sick now, dished up, m'carrot-topped friend. I slept at his house, in his brother's bed. They have money, m'dear, that bunch, gelt, curtains at the windows, coverin's on the floors. Been trading and fishin' and shipbuildin' for generations. Smuggling too I'm sure. Their home makes m'family's look like a sod-covered bog house, 'n not a very fine one."

Anne stared at him, fists on hips. "Billy, my trouble-making love, I assure you that Mr. Philip Wells has never, ever said one single word to me about anything like love or matrimony or anything but the price of slaves and cost of auctioning, oh, and yes, the fair. We had a very pleasant time indeed. Talked about food, sheep dogs and, as I recall, oysters, fried and raw. He hasn't held my hand much less kissed me. He did an honest job for me, and now I am doing a job for him, with pen and ink. It is solely, absolutely and completely business. That's all it is." She knew it was not so as her voice rose, knew deep inside and swallowed a grin. "Cash on the barrel head, Irishman. So there." She stuck her nose in the air and looked away, very pleased with her formulation.

"Annie, m'sweet Tory darlin'," he snarled, knowing she hated to be called Annie, "he is hopelessly and permanently in love with you. Jus' a matter of time. Reel him in, he's gilled. Get yer net."

"You're a fool!"

"So y' won't marry me, eh?"

"Not today, Mr. Fields, but I appreciate your fine and very polite offer." She curtsied. "I doubt any girl in Maryland has had a better proposal, at least not this morning."

"Fah," he cried, hugging her to him and kissing her mouth long and hard, exciting them both.

Anne pushed him away, both hands on his chest, tasting his tobacco. "Come inside, you skinny chub. It's cold out here. And we can talk about this. You don't seem to take marriage seriously. Or anything else, for that matter."

He followed her through the house, muttering.

They sat facing each other on opposite sides of the warm hearth where the fire was down to crackling cinders and the burnt ends of sticks. "You know I like you, Billy, have for a long time. I probably do love you, fool that I am. Should know better by now." Anne smiled at him and raked back her hair with her fingers, pleased she had said it. She bent and put a small log on the fire and then sat up straight in her tightly cinched corset and saw his eyes roam her body.

"Indeed, it's glad I am t'hear that," he said, trying to look serious but very happy, admiring her grace and beauty, noting how she had matured, her cheeks thinner, "but why would any woman of property, which is what y'are now, wed an unemployed and probably unemployable wastrel like me? Marry an' your husband owns your land. Own's all y'have. Y'know that, don' cha?" He sat back and crossed his legs, lifting both eyebrows, hoping he hadn't laid it on too thickly.

"Love, my foolish boy, does not make sense. It is not arithmetic." She arched a heavy eyebrow at him, a well-practiced gesture, fingers interlaced on her belly.

"Isn't it now? Well then, let us get down to cases. I want t'marry you, girl, right now, today, an' live with you, plunder your body, sleep in your bed and have children with you and take, take..."

She held up her hand. "I know all that, but I can look after myself, thank you very much. Come now, Mr. Fields, why should I do such a foolish thing? How do you plan to support me as my dear, late father did, when you have no fortune, no prospects that are discernible, no home to live in? How do you plan to make your way in the world, eh? Blarney is all I've heard, blarney and bluster. I am pretty dear, laddy buck, expensive that is. Do you know what a good dress costs these days; what a plain shift costs? I bought two in town recently, one linsey-woolsey, the other muslin for what amounted to three night's work. And shoes? My lord, shoes! Could you provide these children you speak of with shoes or must they run about bare foot?"

He shook his head and slumped back in his hard-framed chair, spreading his hands and closing his eyes, his lips pursed.

"Ah ha," she cried, raising her fist. "I win again. You are defeated, overcome with my iron-bound logic. Besides, I never thought you'd duck from competition, not that I think this, this ah, this lanky boy in town is really a competitor. Fine young man as far as I can tell, very polite, 'bout your age I suspect. Probably a rebel like you, unfortunately, in a militia company you know, another becursed Whig." She sighed loudly, theatrically, shaking her head and tossing her curls.

"Oh, he will be. Jus' you wait, next time you see'im, look carefully, m'darlin', notice the signs; the gaping mouth, staring eyes an' silly grin. Perhaps y'don' know what you look like. D'you own a glass, y'silly frump? And don't tell me you are still a bla-, a miserable, block-headed Tory. Have you learned nothing?" He made a "tsk-tsk" sound with his lips and shook his head.

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Miss Anne, oh Miss Anne, dere's a man downstairs wants t'see you. Can't call him a genta'man, way he's dressed. I'se seen him somewhere's." Philippa watched the young redhead pull herself together, look in the mirror, push at her impossible hair, wiggle in her linen dress, spread the bodice wider with her thumbs, yank up her stiff corset, smile at herself and head for the steps, all in about ten seconds. The maid servant fled before her, well aware of who was visiting. Standing in...

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The meal was almost over when Anne spoke for the first time. "Billy Fields was here today, Father. He lost an arm in a fight up near Philadelphia, on the Brandywine, his left arm." She licked her lips, thinking how to proceed, smiling inwardly. "Poor boy. That's a shame. His father died a while back didn't he?" Anne nodded and put down her fork, folded her napkin and placed it on the tablecloth, gathering her nerve. "He's still in the army, Washington's army." "Your age isn't...

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"They's back," Moses said. "Them ole men tha' was here, in d'parlor, Miss Anne." Anne took a deep breath, raked back her loose hair with her fingers, retied her wide ribbon, and slid open the door. The men stood, looking very unhappy, hats in their hands, all three in dark serge kneepants and dark hose. She closed the door and waited, trying to keep calm, hands clasped behind her. "We heard," said the oldest as the other two resumed their chairs, "that you have come into some...

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Went to LA and got a Storage Unit that costed me 500.00 for Some Beverly Hills 90210 {TORI SPELLING UNIT}Ok first off I'm not sure where to start. This locker has some much nasty fun stuff in it about Tori.I have a VHS Movie tape of Tori & Jennie Garth & Shannon Dorthy{sp} all drinking and talking about sex.I cant find a way to post the VHS tape to the internet or I would. I will how ever Type out some of the questions & answer that they talk about on the VHS sex tape.1. TORI ASK...

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My phone rang. It was Tori, “You wanna run some errands with me then go to your apartment and watch the new Justice League movie?”. “I’d love to. What errands?”’ “Costco, Post Office, that sort of stuff.” I met her at her place and we headed out to do her errands. She was dressed very sexy, she loves to tease me; she was wearing a tiny skirt and a Supergirl tank top with no bra. I could clearly see her nipple rings through her shirt. My cock got a little heavier. We mailed some stuff at the...

Toris Sissy Part 2

My phone was ringing again. It was Tori again. I had been ducking her calls since the night she made me lick her ass while I was riding a dildo in my living room with gay interracial porn on in the background. This was the third time she had called today. I decided I should answer, otherwise she would just come over anyway. “Hi Tori.”“Whatcha doin tonight?” She started right off with. “Nothing really. Just gonna watch tv, chill out.”“Ya wanna do something with me?” She sounded...

Tori and Amy

It had been several weeks since I fucked my cute 18 year old neighbor, Tori, in my jacuzzi tub. This particular afternoon, I was on the patio relaxing in the tub with my eyes closed while mentally reliving the wonderful experience of burying my hard cock deep into that tight teenage cunt when I heard “Hi, Mr. Mac!”. Startled, I sat up straight and turned my head to see little Tori standing there along with a tall, cute blonde who was smiling shyly and cupping her hands. Tori said “Mr....

Toris Secret

Tori is an absolutely stunning 18 year old young woman. I’ve watched her grow up and mature as my next door neighbor. She is nicely tanned with short black hair and piercing, almond shaped eyes. She puts me somewhat in mind of a Caucasian Halle Berry . I’ve always been taken with her natural beauty but now she is just plain gorgeous. She’s not a big girl…..about 5’3” tall with a body that would make any man’s blood boil. Tori is totally fit. She stays in shape by playing field...

Tori Loves Attentiion

Tori Loves to tease and fuck Chapter 1: Tori Loves Attention. I hope you enjoy and please vote. I will answer all your comments, as I always do. I am writing this in the person of the character. This is the first time writing as the woman. I hope you enjoy. I am Tori and Tom is my twin brother. We turned 18 a month ago. I am 5â€™6â€ with auburn hair, cut around my cheek bones flowing to the nape of my neck in the back. Big brown eyes a slight overbite with full lips. Slender shoulders firm round...

Backstory Ch 02

Note: This is Part II of the backstory on Jim and Monique, two grieving lovers who find each other on a private island in the South Pacific. In the previous installment, Jim meets Monique, who has anchored on the far side of his island, secretly, to stock up on fresh water before sailing to Hawaii. He tells her that if she had only asked he would have given her all the fresh water she wanted, and cooked dinner for her, too. In this installment, she takes him up on his offer. ———— December 27...

Statutory Rape

SUPERIOR COURT TRIAL PART 99 JUDGE POMPHREY PRESIDING Clerk: People vs. Charles Friendly, Statutory Rape, your honor. Judge: Prosecutor, good to see you again. Defense, welcome to my court. That is the defendant, I take it? And the supposed victim, this is she? Prosecutor: That is correct, judge. The State will show that Mr. Friendly, 18 years old at the time, had unlawful intercourse with Miss Cherry Diddlins, then 14 years old. Judge: Defense? Defense: We are ready, your honor. Judge:...

Mandatory Pleasure

As the 25th anniversary of the first successfully passed free-use bill approaches, many media outlets--be it television, print or online--take a look back at the history of the Sexual Service Act. It all started with a large-scale research conducted roughly 40 years ago. The study focused on the physiological changes that occurred in humans due to ever-changing lifestyle in modern society. And while conspiracy nuts gleefully awaited the results, hoping it'd back their believe that "all the...

Tori n her Ties

‘Hey babe, be home soon can’t wait to see you’ it was from Tori, and then something in me exploded, I instantly got hard thinking about what I could do to her today. I raced into the bedroom and grabbed the flower petals I was saving and sprinkled them all across the floor in a kind of, follow the path, to the bathroom. I placed a not on the door…. Tori arrived to a note on the door, she read it “ Follow the rose petals to your destination”. she walked in and started shedding her clothes,...

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