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Subject: {ASSM} Rebel 071 Problem (MF hist)
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Rebel 071 (Old Bill) (MF hist)

Solving a Problem

	"I'm sending you to help a friend of mine," the old lady said 
looking very stern.  "She has a young daughter and you are not to 
touch her, you hear?"

	I nodded.

	"Her family is of divided loyalties, sadly," she said.  
"Something odd is going on, and I think she is in danger."

	The Madam, as usual , was right.  The woman had a company 
of British infantry camped in the stubble of her corn field and their 
officers ensconced in her home.  Her slaves were now their 
servants, and she and her nubile daughter were obviously the target 
of much unwanted attention.

	At least, I assumed it was unwanted.

	The woman was calm and lovely; her daughter sprightly and 
fair.  

	I left my horse in the woods as well as my musket and 
appeared on her back porch seeking work.  I mentioned the 
Madam's name to the woman as one of my references and was 
ushered into the sitting room.  She closed the door and leaned 
against it, listening I suppose.  Then she gave me a wan smile and 
waved me to a chair.

	"She sent you?" she asked.

	I nodded, admiring her calm as well as her scrubbed and 
mature beauty.

	She took a deep breath.  "I think it may be getting worse.  
Patty seems to be enjoying all the flirting that is going on, and I am 
sure some of the young officers believe she is a tease.  That is 
dangerous."

	"Yes'm," I said, "indeed it is."

	"Will you talk to her?"

	"Me?" I asked, surprised.  "Doubt I could do any good."

	ÔShe never knew her father.  At least you are a man."

	"I can try," I said, "but I've never been good at talking to 
girls."

	The woman's name was Margaret and she told me that her 
friends called her Peggy.  Her daughter was Patricia.  She opened 
the door to the hall and called her.  I heard her hurrying down the 
stairs and was standing when she entered.  She was a beauty, 
almost shocking in her demure softness and grace, barely five feet 
high.  She gave me a smile and an offhand curtsey.  I bowed to her 
as we exchanged names.  Her mother introduced me as a friend of 
Madam Von R--, and we sat and looked at each other.

	"Are these Redcoats a problem?" I asked her.

	She looked at her mother, licked her lips, raised her chin and 
said, "Actually no, not really. We've gotten used to them."

	"They are eating up our food, sleeping in our beds, bothering 
our servants," the woman said, looking sternly at her nearly full-
grown child.  The girl was probably fourteen or fifteen, and the 
mother about twice that.  They really could have been sisters with 
their similar hairdos, voices and poise.  The daughter was trying to 
look older than she was.

	"I'll see about some food," her mother said.  She left quietly, 
giving me a arched eyebrow before she closed the door.

	"I suppose she wants you to lecture me," the girl said.

	I smiled.  "Something like that."

	"Well," she said, "go on."

	"Are you having fun with these young officers?" I asked.

	She nodded and looked down.

	"Are you smitten?" I asked and tried to look stern.  "In love?"

	"Oh no," she said.  "My goodness.  No, nothing like that."

	"Kissed any?" I asked.

	"A few," she said, "one or two."

	"How many?"

	"We played a game," she said.  "I don't know.  I wore a 
blindfold."

	"Does you mother know?"

	She shook her head.

	Her mother returned with a tray.  I wondered if she had been 
listening at the door.  Before she could even offer me some ham, the 
door swung open and two British officers entered, hands on their 
swords' hilts.

	"Who the hell is this?" demanded the larger of the two.  "We 
discovered a horse and musket out in the woods."

	"My cousin," said the woman, looking annoyed.  "From 
upriver."

	"Indeed," the man said.  "Get up," he said to me.

	I stood and evaluated the two.  The blustering major was fat 
and soft, but his companion looked to be a hard man.  His eyes 
swept over the woman, past me and rested on the girl.  He looked 
at her with undisguised hunger.

	"Take him out and question him," the fat major said. "Now, 
madam, this evening . .  ."

	I did not hear the rest of that as the captain clamped both his 
hand on my wrist and I let him lead me outside.  At the foot of the 
front steps, he whirled me about and faced me.

	"Get out of here," he said.  "You're not wanted."

	 I held his eyes and saw hate and distrust in his face.

	"Go to hell," I said.  "This is my country, not yours."

	"You can have it," he replied calmly, "starting tomorrow.  We'll 
be gone then, and those two in there with us."

	"I think not," I told him, drawing my big blade.

	He glanced and it and yelled, "Rouse the guard!"

	I grabbed his sword belt and pulled him to me, the point of my 
bayonet at his belly.  "You can die right here," I told him as a 
Redcoat ran up, closely followed by two more.  I was tempted to 
open him up, but instead stepped back and sheathed my weapon. I 
am not sure why.

	"This man is under arrest," the captain said, adjusting his 
clothes.  "Tie him up somewhere.  I'll talk to him later."

	The corporal took my belt and bayonet and I followed the two 
soldiers out to the barn where I was tied hand and foot and left in 
an empty stall.  

	"Yer gonna miss all the fun," one of the Redcoats said after 
checking his knots.

	"Tha's right," said the other.  "They's gonna let us `ave them 
two pretty women once they's done wife `em."

	"We's leavin' in the mornin'," said the first.  "Suppose t'burn 
what we can't carry.  That might include you."

	The two went off, chuckling.  I saw where they had hung my 
belt and began working on my bonds at once.  I crawled around on 
my knees looking for a tool and settled on the tines of a hayrake.  I 
sat on the handle and rubbed my wrists along a thin blade, abrading 
the flesh at the base of my thumbs but, within an hour or so, sawing 
my hands free.  I was working on untying my feet when I saw the 
captain and two soliders crossing toward the barn door.  This was 
at about sunset as I recall; the long shadows warned me.

	I barely reached my bayonet before they entered and went 
directly to my empty stall.  I stepped out of the shadows and knifed 
the Redecoat with his back to me, withdrew my blade with a grating 
sound, slashed at the other man, cutting across his screeching face 
and then drove the captain back to the walls of the stall area.

	I twisted his neck cloth as tightly as I could, lifted him up to his 
toes, said, "I warned you,"and cut open his belly, from hipbone to 
hipbone, right across his navel I suspect.  His guts spilled out and I 
dropped him into the straw, blubbering in his coils of blue and 
purple intestines with their white covering.

	The soldier I had cut open was on his knees with his hands to 
his ruined face so I kicked him onto his back and cut his throat, 
ducking back from the fountain I produced.  I took the time to 
search the barn and found my horse, patted her and then went off 
to the house after washing my hands and arms a bit, the captain's 
heavy purse now in my belt.

	I found the major in the dining room, gorging himself, while 
the woman and her daughter sat nearby at the table, toying with 
their food.  I plunked myself down facing the major and enjoyed his 
look of amazement.

	"Finish your meal," I said quietly.  "It's your last."

	He dropped his silverware and made to stand.  I reached 
under the table and kicked him in the the knee.  "Sit, eat," I said.  
"Ladies, these scum are leaving tomorrow."

	The girl nodded and her mother said, "We know."

	"Tonight they are going to share you out with their men, after 
they have their way with you.  That was their plan."

	I heard the woman inhale and looked at the major.  "Tell 
them," I said.

	He gulped, wiped at his mouth with his hand and nodded.

	"Tomorrow they are going to burn everything they cannot 
steal; isn't that so?" I demanded.

	"Yes," the man gulped out.

	"And they were going to take you with them as camp 
followers, whores."

	The girl's mother said, "Please, no more."

	"So get your things, anything of value, and we will make a run 
for it."  I looked from the woman to the girl.  Both were very pale. 
"I don't think I can save your house."

	They stood.

	"When you are ready, I'll kill this pig, and we will walk to the 
barn."

	The woman nodded.  The man whimpered.

	"Of course," I said, "if this piece of English dung is a 
gentleman, and we decide we can trust him, we can take his word 
that he and his men will depart at once and leave you undisturbed."

	"I do not trust him," the woman said. "I cannot. Kill him."

	"Mother," sobbed her girl.

	"Sir?" I asked.

	"Yes, yes, of course," he whined.  "We can leave, leave at 
once, march by moonlight on the roads.  No problem there, not a 
bit."

	"And you will swear on your honor as a soldier and a 
gentleman to leave them alone, never to bother them again?"

	He nodded.

	"Say it," I demanded.

	He said it with a catch in his throat. I was tempted to have him 
write it out.

	"Well," I asked the woman.

	"I'll take the girl into the woods. We have a cabin, a place near 
the woodlot, we use it for hog butchering.  If they leave, we can 
come back."  She took her daughter's hand.

	"Sensible," I said.  "Hurry."

	They ran off.

	"Where's the captain?" the fat major asked.

	I smiled.  "Worm meat," I said.  "He's lying in his guts."

	"I will give the orders," he said, blanching.  His hand shook.

	"I will go out with you," I told him, pointing my blade at his 
eyes.  "You will be the first to die."

	"I gave my word," he said, looking incensed.

	I smiled.

	He did as he said he would and the company struck its tents 
and within an hour was on the road trailing dust.  They took the 
three bodies with them in a supply wagon, leaving behind several 
yards of intestine.  I found a jug and sat in the kitchen eating cold 
ham and waited.

	It was after two in the morning when the women appeared.  
They looked rather bedraggled.

	"We followed them for a mile or so," she said, pushing her 
daughter off to her bed.  "I think they have gone."  She sat across 
from me and I poured her a drink, a fairly large one.  She sipped 
and then drank it down, shuddering.  I poured her some more.

	"You ready for bed?" I asked her.

	She smiled at me.  "Certainly."

	I followed her up to her room and we quickly disrobed, 
hungrily kissed and heartily joined our bodies in her soft bed.  The 
second time was much better than the first and the third completely 
exhausting.  We slept soundly and awoke with a spectator.

	"What were you doing?" the daughter asked brightly as I 
hurriedly concealed my huge erection.  "I heard you last night."

	The mother yawned and waved her arm, a shy smile on her 
lips as her leg found my ram.

	"Mother," the girl said, crossly.

	"Go see that the cook is at her work," she said.  "I'll be there 
directly."

	The girl left, pouting.

	"You know she is listening," I said after I kissed her and rolled 
between her widespread knees, oak hard and already dripping.

	"Probably." She smiled up at me as the head of my thick stalk 
probed for an opening in her wiggling lips, lubricating her as it did, 
bumping her tiny prick a few times, rubbing her whole slit while she 
squeezed closed her eyes. She reached down and put my 
overheated ram where it belonged, heaved up her hips and then 
gasped as it bulled into her.  I sucked her tits repeatedly as I sank 
upward, and we were soon lost in each other and ignorant of 
whatever noise we made.

	When I rolled the woman over, there was her daughter, her 
back to the door and her eyes very wide open, hand to her mouth.  
Her mother struggled upright on my loins with my overheated 
prong rearing up within her, and I nodded in the girl's direction.  
She glanced, sighed, and then rode me with great abandon, her big 
breasts bouncing wildly until I grabbed them.  When I looked again, 
sometime later, the girl was gone.

	At breakfast we were very polite to each other.  I went back 
to the war.

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