"I wasn't shot, Dear. Oh, you mean this bloody cloth. It's the one I had between my legs to catch my monthly, and it came loose in all of the exciteme...t. Now I've got blood on my last clean dress, and that is what I am so mad about. We'll have to stop at the next stream so that I can wash the blood out of the dress before it makes a permanent stain."The excitement of the past few minutes seems to have increased my flow. Please see what needs to be done about those bushwhackers while I try to. . and the United States was doing its level best to effect land reform and separation of the Roman Catholic Church from its position of power, while a great many Catholics were fighting to retain the Church.One thing for sure ... we were the wrong color, the wrong religion and wealthy ... that in itself a severe wrong.It seemed that every river and creek had a different warlord ... all struggling to subdue his neighbor. Open combat with US troops hadn't ceased ... but it was descending into. There was the rare occasion that the blinds would be open more, and I would get to see all of her.As I said, I am not a peeping tom, so I didn’t sit there and watch. Most of the time that I saw into her apartment it was unintentional. But one night, I came home and walked by that window looking down on her. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. She had the blinds turned so that I could see most of her bedroom again, and it looked like she was dusting or something. It wasn’t what she was doing. "Yeah, that's it, Boy. Just go in slow," I did as I was told, inserting it another four inches. "Yeah just leave it there for a moment." Uncle Tony stayed in position, back bent down with his head near his knees, hands still spreading his massive ass for me. After a moment he let go of his ass and brought his hands to his legs, crossing them under his thick thighs to balance himself. "OK, now push it in further, slowly, slowly..." I was following his instructions as inch by inch, the black tube.