I tried three times to count them without getting very close and finally gave up and estimated twenty. They were roped together at the neck and had th...ir hands tied before them. As far as I could tell from the trees, they were all women or young boys. Three of them were very light-skinned and one was surely white. They wore ragged dresses or breech clouts and were barefoot. They were guarded by four, mounted, blue-coated dragoons and an officer on a good-looking horse, all Arnold's men I. She had already turned to an angel again.“Yes...” she whispered back, “Your chest is just too comfortable.”She nestled up to my chest. I softly kissed her forehead. She let out a sigh of appreciation.A single flower on the rose shrubs was at my reach. I broke it away from the plant, and put it in her hair.“Look at you,” I said, “You truly are an angel. That's just how Helena must have looked like.” I smiled at her.She sat up and smiled made her best to return me a satisfied yet tired smile. She. Club music was playing, but not too loud. Patton walked over to the bar and sat down at an open stool.The bartender was an overweight middle-aged man with a beard, wearing a straw cowboy-ish hat with the sides pinned up and the brim sloped down in the front and back. He was wearing a black t-shirt with white letters which read: “Drink. Swallow.”“What’ll it be, sweetheart?” the bartender asked with the warmest smile.Being called sweetheart by another man, at least this soon, was unexpected.. He slid his hand downward until the tips of his fingers were beneath the thin strip of lace and nestled in her wiry pubic hair. He timed it so he kissed her neck at the same moment his fingers pushed into her panties.The flash fired with Katelyn’s head tilted backward and toward Phil. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted, her face a tableau of desire and longing.“Shit, I want to see that one!” Molly claimed. Katelyn nuzzled her cheek against Phil’s and breathed heavily. She.