"Look at all this red here, along this stitching. That's not right," Missy said. "Fearsome." Nothing time and grits won't cure," Martha said, wrapping...linen bandage around my leg and tying it off. She changed the dressing on my forehead and looked at the notch in my nose, squeezing a leaf that dripped juice on it. "Go on and pull up y'britches," she told me, packing up her midwife bag.I stood and did as she suggested. Half of July had slipped by. Banastre Tarleton was out raiding far and wide. For now let's dance."As Mike heard the initial sound, he knew what to do as he found himselfin a waltz with Sebbe. He could see Lisa waltzing with George, as everyonce and a while they exchanged some brief eye contact. He could hold hisown dancing, as he knew how to dance classically, as after two slowwaltzes they began to Foxtrot. It seemed to get more intense as Lisa wascertainly glancing over more often to see how he was doing, as it wasalmost becoming competitive. He was self-conscious now,. I grab your hair and point your face to the tell-tale moist streak running down my leg. "Then what is this?" That's me being happy" You say with a smile."Count with me. Six!" As I grab one nipple between my fingers squeezing hard and pulling until it slips from my grip."Six" You reply; and my other hand comes up and slaps your unsuspecting cunt with a loud smack!"Five" I demand, repeating the tortuous process"Five" You reply. Smack!All the way down to one; and then thinking it's over; you beg. " Everyone laughed."Are you okay, Cassie?" George called out."Well, my father hasn't spoken to me since the debate, but other than that, I'm okay. Thanks, George." So what do we do now?" Like I said, radical obedience didn't work, so now it's time for civil disobedience. We will defy the banning of our shirts. If anyone needs another shirt, see one of the seamstresses and we'll go into production. But please remember, the root of civil disobedience is to be civil. Our teachers and even our.