That is, until the real world faded. Moments later, an identical fantasy world replaced it and, within seconds, I noticed something between the zebras...hind legs. Mmmmm! I could not help but moan as I realized it was his cock. Though the black and white beast had no obvious reason for getting turned on, his arousal was made obvious by the growth of his dick. I watched it grow a few inches before realizing I was in public. What if someone notices me watching his cock grow? I wondered. Glancing. It came to me to climb a nearby oak that had to be one hundred feet high, my years climbing ships rigging paying off. The view was wide and far, was glad my hunch paid off. There was a town about a mile ahead and I could see that the whole reb army had stopped there. There were reb picket, scouting, and pillaging parties everywhere. Shit, I needed distance, as I looked across the Potomac, I saw no people, only a small, quiet farm up a long road from the river, a road that was not very visable. Myles as they hunted down Geronimo. Expeditiously meant by stage coach since they rolled day and night with stops only to change horses. I, like all the passengers, was allowed to bring along 25 pounds of luggage, two blankets and a canteen. The station stops were hurried affairs where passengers could grab a quick bite to eat. The menu was usually bread, coffee, cured meat and the frontier staple, beans. The Butterfield Overland Stage Route – named for the owner and founder, John Butterfield,. Her head is held in place by a leather tie that connects her clean hair to the base of her neck. A special glove wraps around both arms and holds them behind her back with elbows in contact. Rebecca has her ankles tied with a rough rope and she is kneeling on the ground. A chain around her neck keeps her from getting up. She has been in this position for over an hour. Max and his daughter Fanny are seated in two comfortable armchairs and having tea. Erika and Martha are on their knees between.