As I started to pee a guy walked in backwards as he was talking to someone in the hallway. He had his pants open and his dick out as he turned towards...me. He then seen me and laughed and said "sorry didn't see you there" and then said "I have to go sorry or I will wet myself" Just beside me was the vanity. He stood looking at his dick and pulled it a couple of times, then a couple of spurts and then it was like a fire hose. The funny thing was I was staring at his cock, I have seen my husband. It was ten months, now, since she had received the shocking news of Harriet's gruesome murder by rebels in the country whose people she had worked so hard to help. She had been on the point of leaving for the airport to be reunited with her, when her phone had rung. Jim had heard her awful shriek and had come running to find his wife lying senseless on the floor.Almost ten months on she no longer felt the horrible despair that had gripped her for weeks after that dreadful news, but she was. “Yes. Dad is convinced it’s the best career for the future and it sounds interesting.”“Have you done anything with them?”“A bit in math class in High School. If I were to come to Chicago could you help me if I needed it? You know, something like a tutor?”“I’ve done that before,” I said. “But decide on the best school for you!”“I’m pretty sure I want to be in Chicago!” she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.I’d seen that look before, though at this point I wasn’t interested in pursuing. This sentence was commuted to a hundred lashes each, which at least two of the men didn't survive. General Picton made it known that he would not be so lenient towards any future derelictions of duty.The arrangement I had made with Braxton-Clark's lieutenant, Swithin Blaydon, that his men guarded Wooten Bottom lock, had held, up until then. I'm sure that Lieutenant Blaydon had informed Braxton-Clark of my letter, but Braxton-Clark took scant notice of anything to do with carrying out his.