The officer sent three men after the horses and another back toward where they had been picketed. He almost walked into me. I pulled him behind a tree...and cut his throat with Madga's dainty knife. Now I had two muskets, and I made sure the second one was also loaded.When I stepped out of the woods, my friends were almost at my feet, and the three enemy soldiers were barely twenty feet away, an easy shot even with an issue musket. I aimed for the middle of the body and gut shot the first man,. He’s gone so much! And now she will have to handle this alone. Kathy decided to go get Jeff. She stepped into some shoes, and stopped in front of a mirror to brush her shoulder-length blonde hair. She looked at herself sideways in the mirror, in a light blue tank top and beige denim shorts over her still- trim 5′ 4″ frame. Her breasts weren’t large, but they jutted out nicely. Her legs still looked good and her stomach was pretty flat for a forty-one year old woman. She walked deliberately down. Underneath his brown jungle hat, there was short brown hair.For three days he had been trekking through the jungle, sleeping in a tiny tent he was carrying and eating only canned food. It was a rite of passage of his own choosing for him and he wasn’t forced by anyone, but he had needed to prove something to someone. Maybe himself, maybe it was his father, but someone had to acknowledge that trekking through the jungle for a week was an accomplishment. It had been a tough trek resulting in him. “My concubines are going to kill each other,” Blaine muttered.“What’s the problem?” I asked as I spun the chair around.“Betsy is back playing cheerleader bimbo, and Rory is unhappy that she no longer has someone to talk to,” Blaine said.“Can’t they talk to each other?” Morrison asked.“If Betsy puts forth the effort they can, but right now she’s pretending that the only things interesting her are lingerie, sex and me. Rory still isn’t confident in her looks and shy about talking about sex, so I.