Monthly will you suffer. Monthly!Remember me fondly in your sufferings.Lovingly yours,YsA bit heavy on the melodrama, that. She had obviously been rea...ing too many bodice rippers or watching too many historical soaps on the tube. I read the letter to my buddies at the bar, and we all got a good yuck out of it.A week after that, the changes began.Damn. I'd misplaced the diaphragm the night before. Couldn't find it anywhere. With my strange body chemistry, I can't use the Pill, but I have to take. I couldn't even think straight anymore. His face was swallowed in my pussy. I'd catch glimpses of those beautiful blues gazing at me as if to say "you're welcome".She was thanking me while fucking my face. She wrapped her thighs around my head. Good thing I was a competitive swimmer in school. Her thighs were trembling as I explored what her husband clearly forgot existed. She was close...but not what I saw as ready..."Ohhhh Babbbbyyyy..." Damn he was turning me out. He definitely could eat. Then a tall girl appeared at the back door wearing a wide-brimmed hat and carrying a book. She made her way into the overgrown garden, plunked herself down on a bench, opened her book and adjusted her floppy hat to shade her eyes.Opportunity had presented itself.I made sure my mare was happy, crept through the woods and came up behind the young woman who was obviously engrossed in her novel. I clamped one hand over her mouth and the other at her waist, yanked her up and carried her off, legs. Sometimes, when the guns on the north side of the river fell silent for dinner or supper, they could hear the guns on the other side of the river still firing.One morning after Ab had tended the horses, he was visiting the soldiers in the battery. An officer galloped up.“Don’t fire on that rider,” he said. “He’s carrying a flag of truce.”“Yessir,” the captain said.“We never fire on single riders,” a soldier told Ab. “Waste of powder.”The captain did use his spyglass, and later he passed it.