This really was not very good strategy, but it fit the Indian psychology. It would have been much better for the Indian attackers to have rushed the f...rt's gate. If they could have broken through this weak point, the battle would have been over and the slaughter of the Whites could have begun. Fortunately for those within the fort, this never occurred to the attackers.At first, there was a lot of riding around the fort in a great circle, with more shooting and shouting. The walls of the fort. Maybe you are...I watch you closely. See, Im feeling extremely guilty. I was selfish for doing what I did. I was only thinking of my needs when I wore the bustier with no panties. Not feeling your presence in the room while I was kneeling, made me feel horrible. Now you've brought me to the playroom and I don't want to be rewarded. I want to only give you pleasure, but now you have my wrists bound. When you are finally done you stand in front of me. I look up at you sad..."Baby what is going on. "Are you hurt?" I asked her when she had settled down a bit and stopped cursing me."Go t'hell," she said. "Girl's gotta eat. Look what y'done." She held up the torn cloth and showed me a fine, high breast in doing so."Can be mended," I told her, pushing back some of the tousled hair falling across her face. She shook her head and tossed it back where it was."Kin y'sew?" she demanded, looking about as if expecting a crowd to gather any minute."Some," I told her, "like any soldier." You don' look. I was dozing off when I heard my door being slowly opened. She crossed the room in the darkness and stood beside my bed. She was still in her evening attire and then it occurred to me she probably didn’t know how to remove the dress. I gently took her by the hips and turned her slightly and unzipped the back of her dress and helped remove it. After the dress had fallen to the floor and she bent to pick it up, I expected her to leave and return to her bedroom, but she lay the dress across a.