‘Please, Boston,’ Ethan begged. ‘Please, my love. Do it!’ Ethan closed his eyes and pressed his nose against Boston’s fat arse packed into h...s skin tight leotard. Boston strained and delivered a hot fat fart on Ethan’s face. Ethan pinched his nose, inhaled and smiled in bliss. ‘Oh darling! Thank you! Oh my! I’m so lucky!’ Ethan smoothed his hand over Boston’s tight, fat rump as Boston thundered out another big, pungent one. Ethan inhaled. ‘Oh! Oh! I’m your private fart sissy,’ said Ethan as his. He probably took that shortcut that fords the creek, thought the boy.Mr. French had been full of questions, but Seth had been more interested in looking at the damage done along the Pike by the retreating troops. The fences were gone and so were the flocks of chickens. The blacksmith shop where Jefferson had sought information on the way into town was closed and the forge dark and cold.Seth saw a few shell holes and several freshly dug graves near the road. Small groups of black soldiers. "Riley admired Frank and he was glad to finally meet Mia since Frank often talked about her and his son Cody, unless Frank was talking about football. Riley stepped forward with enthusiasm to greet her, "hey Mia." He smiled."Hey," Mia looked away nervously."And I'm Carly," Carly smiled at Riley and extended her hand.Riley laughed, "Hello Carly," he shook her hand and smiled playfully at her. He quickly sized up both girls and he could tell Mia was shy compared to Carly who seemed to be a little. To be King, I need to be many things to all people but most of all I need to have the courage of my convictions. I don't want to be a cowardly custard anymore!" he pleaded as his shoulders slumped and he sighed a long sigh."AND YOU BELIEVE I CAN DO THIS FOR YOU?"The Cowardly Lion nodded enthusiastically. "I believe, I believe. I believe. I do. I do. I do. I DO!"The Wizard gave a grunt of satisfaction then turned to me."AND YOU, BOY," he asked, "WHAT IS IT YOU WISH FOR MOST OF ALL?"Uh. Okay..