" Mosby's Raiders were part of the 43rd Battalion Virginia Cavalry and we did just what the name said. We raided Union troops, supply trains and gener...lly just gave the Yanks hell. We'd hit and run, advance and retreat; what the books call guerilla tactics. I was a scout for the Raiders and many was the time my life depended on how fast I could get a gun into my hands and how quick I could shoot. I learned to be fast and deadly."Was over to Nashville three months after Lee gave up and I ran. I was surprised she didn’t chastise me for staring at her open-mouthed. A flush rose in her cheeks, and I was suddenly conscious of the fact that I was bare-chest and wearing only basketball shorts, which I’d changed into awaiting my own shower. All my ink was visible, my torso and upper arms criss-crossed with two dozen different designs, my square chest framed by a family crest and a banner. I knew also that she could see the scarring on my arms and the faded slash across my abdomen, remnants. Maddie came out of the house in her pajamas and robe with fluffy slippers and knocked on the door. It was easy. For a few days, until I got the trailer stocked and everything moved into it, it was parked in the carport. She brought hot cocoa packets and a carton of milk. The first thing I’d moved into the trailer was my coffee mugs.“So, Dad,” she began. She was using her most mature voice—the voice of reason. “What’s your goal? Are you out to discover yourself? Do you have a quest to see all. She only hesitated a little but gave me enough confidence to continue. I pulled just her tanktop down to where I could see the top of her belly and her black Bra. I slid my left hand up into her left cup and this really got her moaning. She kissed me even more and started to kiss my neck too. I grabbed her small tit which was as hard as my cock. I rubbed it around my fingers to find that she was very sensitive there I squeezed the thing and pinched it before I moved to the other. By that.