You never take any interest in anything else I do." How dare you? Don't speak to me like that. I'm your mother, show some respect." Why? You're not sh...wing me any. Talking to ME like that in front of my friend."I don't know where this was coming from. Was I suddenly discovering courage?No.It wasn't courage, it was frustration.I had had enough of her treating me like I wasn't there most of the time and not having time for me when I needed it and... All those things I had tried to tell myself. Softly at first, almost caressing. And then comes the first slap. Then a pull of your nipple tassel. It doesn't take long to come away, leaving your nipples exposed. Relentlessly fingers pull at your swelling nipples, pinching them, tugging, twisting. You feel one hand lift a breast by its nipple while at least two others take turns slapping it.Then you feel it. The first splash. For one of the boys, the sight has got too exciting and he has emptied his load in a wide spray across your lips,. "The woman actually smiled. "We would appreciate that, Mr. Hill."They left as abruptly as they had showed up.Tuesday, May 16, 1848Ed: Day 13 - On the Oregon TrailI watched Effie and Grace at breakfast and I could tell they were still grieving for Bobby and maybe even for Mose. I knew it was going to be rough on them for a while, so I vowed we'd do all we could for them without intruding.Katie and Cassie took a break from working the cattle today and they rode with me for most of the day. It was. I asked where her husband was, and then she told me that he had died, four years ago from cancer. I told her that my wife passed away two years ago. She reached over and patted my hand and said how sorry she was to hear that, and I too gave my condolences to her. Her accent was not as thick as her cousin’s, and came to find out, she has been over here since she was a teenager.Mike came around with a bottle, which I found out, was a plum brandy and said I needed to take a drink, for it would.