....So, to recap where we left off. I was basically faced with a woman that had just been caught in a forbidden act. Then after questioning and coming...to no real explanation of what was happening. Had the audacity to say that she wanted to be fucked. Right there in the middle of the thing. The thing that was still happening. And unresolved. What do you do? What did I do? I fucked Her. I'm not a fucking idiot. Anyhow, this would get my mind off things and give me time to figure out how to move. However, it was a for the most part a new generation of combatants opening old wounds and making the same mistakes of their forebears.Just as in the American Revolution and the prior French and Indian Wars, the American Indian Tribes found themselves heavily involved for varied reasons. For the most part, the Tribes allied with the British Regular forces sensing the opportunity for revenge on the American settlers. That unwise decision allowed the American government to accelerate their plans. The musket ball had clipped him.Pedro watched the swordsman go by him as he pivoted out of the way and he heard the shot fired by Don Enrique. He was still moving when he heard the Spaniard curse in pain. It did not stay his blade. Pedro kept on and as he did he thrust his long, sharp blade into the exposed belly of the second musketeer. The man cried out loudly in response and then staggered backwards as Pedro pulled out back his sword to strike again. Awkwardly he swung his heavy musket about. .. things I've done ... want to do again. And now we have a man who can't say no if we ask to do them with him." That's blackmail!" said Tiffany."Yes, it is," agreed Janice. "And we all know none of us will ever do anything to hurt Judith, or her father, but he doesn't know that." That's awful!" said Monica, sounding horrified.Janice looked at her. "Didn't you tell me not long ago that you wondered what it would be like to give a man a blow job?"There were gasps all around.Janice wasn't going.