He tugged at his tie. He was regretting his passing interest in a pretty girl. He sneered at himself and spoke out loud "You idiot Ogilvy! Keep you di...k in your pants next time."His eyes moved down to review his medals and ribbons and he sighed. Too many painful, precious memories. He adjusted his medal of Honor choker and sighed once more. He pulled back his shoulders and pulled down on his jacket. It would do —no use dilly dallying about. Without another glance at the mrror he turned and. That was going to be handy, if it were true. I planned to live off the land as much as I could, but I did load up with enough coffee to last me for a while. I also loaded up with ammunition for my Henry and my Sharps. I put an extra Henry in my mule's pack. The Henry ammunition would also work in my converted Starr DAs. I also bought a spyglass (telescope) because the field glasses of the day were barely useful. All of that was added to the usual camping equipment, and my mule was starting to. In a way, that is the best thing about living here. I'm independent, but I don't have much choice. I mean, look at this 'room.' I wear one pair of jeans and three t-shirts during the week. And my underwear, most of the time. At the end of the week, I change to my other pair of jeans and remaining t-shirt and do laundry. That's all I have. There aren't any choices to make. I don't come home and try to decide what to watch on TV. I study what's been assigned that day and I sleep—or I go to work.. " He says teasing. Nichole gives a fake gasp. "Daddy! Language." Tommy couldn't help himself. His mom was so hot. Dad had left a bit ago to take Nikki shopping. Knowing his younger sister, they would be gone a while. Since he was home from college for the summer this gave him a great opportunity. His mom had hopped in the shower to get ready for her night out with her friends. She was so hot. He had found that once she started the water he could silently slip in and hide behind the hamper..