" shit, I thought. It hit me, I had finally realized what I forgotten and then was snapped into a reality that we were on a camping trip. I was laying...in a tent, under undisturbed stars, waiting for my forbidden fruit to be pierced. " N-No.. I forgot.. I only have my towel that I was going to shower with. " " I guess that will have to do, you can use mine in the morning if you want. " He raised a curious brow and then began to search my black travel bag for the aforementioned towel. When he. He did it a few times, but never like he did that night. He was upset because he thought I had flirted with some guy at the party. He said he was going to spank me because of it and I laughed at him, but when he bent me over the desk and held my skirt up I couldn’t move. For whatever reason I just sat there letting him spank me. When he was done he just fucked me still bent over the desk. That was really hot but I’ve never experiences anything like it since.” Grant’s mood had changed. Short hair peaked out of the bottom of the hat, making a little flip. My mouth opened to speak, but he spoke first as I whirled around. “I saw you.” “Okay. And?” “You couldn’t quit staring. You like what you saw?” I paused. “Yes.” “Are we alone?” He looked around. “I think so.” “I liked what I saw too. Turn around.”I put my back to him, and could feel him come close to me. I could barely see his face in the mirror, as he was directly behind me and I am somewhat tall. He reached around and felt. A year later he decreed the same in New Orleans. Of course the decree in New Orleans was greeted with howls of protest, it was as though the same protests in Baltimore a year earlier had been, and continue to be either forgotten or overlooked, yet the edict for New Orleans makes the textbooks. Beginning in 1861 and continuing up until 1864 when Grant assumed overall military command in the North Baltimore was a major collection point and delivery center for supplies to the Army of Northern.