"We're going to the Loo," She giggled ushering me into a small independent toilet, separate from the main bathroom."Let's pretend we're back on the tr...in," She exclaimed, placing her finger on her chin in thought. "On a long journey, I would have had the opportunity to follow you to the loo, wait outside, then push you back inside to confront you," She said, turning me around to face her."Now then," she asked. "Why were you staring up my skirt?" I don't know," I answered. "I was a bit. "Abner Honig insisted that we use two separate pastures to shoot skeet. We need four structures for the clay pigeon throwers, but that won't take long." It won't take any time at all," laughed Bob. "They're already out there. We talked on Saturday. Fred told John Underwood what we needed. John and his friends just went out to Abner's with materials, and built them. I think those structures would withstand artillery. The attendants will be safe. Abner's wife wants us to use their house to store. The men were griping worse than a bunch of old maids when we got a special messenger from General Grant himself telling our General Sherman to “cool his heels” and head back to the Raleigh area to throw a net around General Johnson and the Confederate front-line troops that were concentrated in that region soaking up the Carolina sun and sitting on a mother lode of supplies and enough food to see out the remainder of the war. I knew from my history books that the time was getting close for. Once again, I let my unfounded worriesinterfere with my trust in Gary. This time he was getting tiredof being accused of stirring the muddied waters. All his jokesand playfulness had been meant to calm me. And it had done justthat. He had been wonderful and I was fucking it all up again.Not to mention, anything sexual that had happened between us hadall been started by me!"I'm sorry Gary. I was just kidding. I'm sorry. I really didn'tmean it. Really!" I hoped that the small lie would be enough.