All they were doing was getting in the way and that maybe we could talk better without all of them blocking our view.Vernon looked around and asked me...why I needed six bodyguards if I was safely protected by our army. All I could do was wave at one of them to explain why they were here.Their leader said “We don’t work for Duke Jason. We work for King Tom. The King is concerned that the Duke doesn’t worry enough about his own safety, and ordered us to protect him. And there are six of us because. Buzzards haven't been at him and even the ants ain't on him yet.The man wore a Confederate butternut brown shirt that showed where sergeant's stripes had been on the sleeves. He had bandages across his neck and on both arms. Another bandage, around his middle, showed through his open shirt; all of the bandages were bloody. There was a piece of paper with writing on it clenched in his hand. Caleb pried open the dead man's fingers, pulled the paper out and read the message."I'm sittin here. The warm air felt wonderful upon her naked teenaged body. The shower would help her look fresh for the act she would be doing on stage.She was sharing her dressing room with her brother, Ronny. He had used the shower first, and then she had gone in. The warm water had excited her.Her tits bobbed on her chest. She moved carefully. She liked the feel of her flesh sliding freely. She glanced over at the mirror in the corner and could see her white body clearly. Her thick brown nipples became stiff. “It’s amazing,” I agreed, leaning gently and surreptitiously against my stepbrother’s muscular body, briefly feeling the heat of his breath on my neck as his lips brushed against my skin. “You’re amazing Amy!” Jake’s voice was soft as he whispered in my ear. His hand gripped mine again and squeezed it as the last few inches of sun dipped below the horizon and the night’s darkness closed in around us with a coolness that made me shiver again. There was silence for a surprisingly long time as the.