I took a step forward, she did the same, and she was in my arms, crying.“Baby?” What am I saying? Baby? Pet names?“Rob ... I ... my Dad ... he�...s ... Oh, God...”So I held her until she calmed somewhat. “Lisa, I need to sit...”“Oh! Rob! I’m sorry...” She relaxed her hold and I followed suit.“Don’t be.” I made my way to the nearest seat, a two-place sofa, and she plonked herself beside me.“Rob, I don’t know how to say this...” she sighed, but stiffened and stood abruptly, went to a drawer in her. The air outside was warm and humid from the rain storm that was approaching. The night smelled of fresh cut grass, anearthy almost dirt type smell, and a familiar scent of flowers. –Flowers?-As Harry wandered into the garden, he began to think about Ginny. He had really liked her, had really felt happy aroundher, so why did he have to end it? Why couldn’t he just protect her as he did his friends? Was it because he feared for herso much? Or was it that she would only distract him, in the end,. If he was one of Morgan's riflemen, you might as well swallow your ball and cap your powderhorn. Not since Cresap's time, way back in '75, had I ever seen such shooting. I thought I was pretty good, but those men could dot the I's on a printed page at a hundred paces.One night it really did look like we had the British on the run, but then at dawn we ran up against a rearguard of Hessians holding the bridge at New Brunswick. Stubborn bunch, they were. I splashed one in the river, but we were. .i would become a laughing stock Alan just said...well i think you should give it a go and see if it works, i am going to go and get one of the tee shirts and i think there are some things left over from one of our bar girls that left in a hurry a few weeks back i will see if she left some of her shorts. with that off he went leaving me a little shocked and confused, was i going to do this what would people think if the saw me dressed like that?a few mins later Alan returned carrying a few.