He was carrying a mortar board hat in his hand. Hung around his neck and falling down his chest were the cords associated with three different honor s...cieties. He wore an honor’s sash. He waved his free hand at them.“Well, here comes the conquering hero,” his father said.“I came, I saw, I conquered, and I got the T-shirt.”His parents laughed. Patricia said, “Good job little brother.”“Thank you, Patty.”“Patricia.”“I stand corrected,” Peter said. He turned to his brother and said, “I see by your. The rats squealed as me and my men shot hot lead into their furry faces. As they always did, they retreated to a safe distance, hissing and cursing until their courage was boosted by another, bigger rat shouting at them. Suddenly, a massive beast burst from the undergrowth. A Rat ogre. Giant, hulking monsters. My men fled at the mere sight of the beast. A shot rang out behind me, and I thought someone was rallying, but then the man next to me dropped. He was my friend, name was Jack. I looked. My own breath caught in my throat as I saw my wonderful wife take the tip of a immensely thick, 10 inch long, baseball bat of a cock in her mouth and try to force the rest down her throat. I found a new respect for my wife at that moment, even if it was someone elses dick in her mouth. James must have loved it also because he shoved her roughly onto her back and, once again, thrust that enormous rod into the tiny pussy that I had believed was only mine. My hand was just barely touching my dick. I looked over at the wagon and saw the pikes now had little flags hanging from them. They were decorations that could be used to turn deadly at a moments notice.Martha had been tasked with making the medicines for this show as well as the poisons, while Cathy was making sure that all the traveling necessities and food were inside the wagon. It would be a tight fit if we had to stay inside the wagon for any length of time, but most nights we would likely camp outside it.Chester was an expert.