I took a quick bath and threw my bloody clothes into the washer. Then it was time for bed.I woke up knowing that I had to clean my weapon. I couldn’... afford to let it get scummed up. Besides, I had to go find the two empty clips that I’d fired out, and I no doubt had to tar patch the trees the bear had clawed up. It was another long day. I got my laundry done and trimmed out a few saplings to stretch the bearskin. Then I had to start salting and scraping it. That was took care of the third day. We had a couple of spare axles with us, and changing the axle out wouldn't normally have taken more than a couple of hours.Unfortunately, changing this one was going to take a little longer than that. First we had to unload the wagon. This one was fully packed and it even had Lettie's new cook stove on it.Ab had everyone set up camp again. We decided we were going to lay over, and check our other wagons, also.June 4, 1848Except for yesterday, we are really making much better time than we did. ”Jason was already excited but as he entered further, he saw Anne stood at the end of the bed. She looked so sexy and was wearing a see-through short white nightie. Poking through it he could see her nipples, which were attached to her massive boobs, which just hung low under the nightie.“End of the bed, legs apart… pants off…come on, Jason.” Anne stood a little away from the end of the bed with her finger seductively touching her lips.Jason hurriedly took off his trousers and his pants. Anne. Now, while we’re here, are there any other people who wish to become slaves? Now is the time to speak up, before the Festival is concluded and I return to off-duty status,” Melanie inquired of the throng.“Yes, I want to be a slave of the same Master as Kerry here,” the ex-majorette informed Melanie, reaching for the tablet with butterflies in her stomach as she started filling out the form online.“Dan Orsini, great choice,” Melanie winked at her, “He treats all of his slaves very well, trust.