”“Damn…pardon me Lou but that Lincoln made me mad when he was in Illinois and now he has the power to declare war. It makes me mad enough to go ...own there and lend the Carolinians a hand.”“But Charles, we have just got this farm going good.”“Oh Lou don't worry. I was just saying what I feel. I'm no fighter. I'll not get into a fight unless I'm pushed into it.”“You'll have a fight with me if you try to go off down south to get in a fight that we all hope turns into more words than guns. This. I started getting into scuba diving with a friend of my dads. I felt I was qualified after diving several reefs, one wreck and several caves. He told me that anytime he wasn't using the gear that I could borrow it but I had to promise to have a buddy with me and to never dive alone. One day I was headed toward the beach to find one of my buds to go diving with me. No one was there but along came Sue and I talked her into going diving with me. She, being the adventure. I was just some brat kid that wanted attention or something. But he never made fun of me or gave me shit, like some of the other older boys did. Still, he didn't ever say anything but like 'oh yeah?' to one of my boasts, or 'see ya' almost as soon as I caught up with him him in the hall or somewhere. I admit, I shot many hot teen loads thinking about Tony. Just thinking about the black hair on his legs and underarms got me hotter than hell. The year passed into late fall and I was still taken. Caring for a small baby was time-consuming, of that there was no doubt. She was suffering a little post-partum depression; a good hot bath should ease some of that tension, I hoped.Soon enough, the water stopped running. I waited a couple more minutes, and then wandered into the bedroom. My wife was sitting there, on the edge of the bed; her hair was tied up in one towel, while she was perched on the other, trying to reach places which only a year before had been in close proximity, now.