Tonight though was going to be very different.Like normal, she would go to sleep, I would watch the TV, and then when I was feeling tired; I would rol...l over and give here a hug. Sleeping naked I would often grab her pussy, and give it a bit of a rub. Knowing that I normally get a little roll from her hips, that was my sign that I could play, but she would just lie there and take it. But her knowing that I would not play if she wouldn't help, she knew I would get bored, and roll over and go to. Originally we had to keep to the schedule the clinic gave us but this has gone out of the window with a new program of sex five times a day. Minimum.’ ‘Five times a day?’ ‘Yeah minimum. Every day. I mean it before breakfast. Sometimes after breakfast. Sometimes during lunch-break. When we get home. After dinner. When we go to bed. I mean, she even woke up at 4am last night and thought she should give it a go then and woke me up. And it’s even worse on Saturdays and Sundays. I’m knackered, mate.. Stationed in DC guarding buildings, getting lots of pussy and booze, somehow bored me, if I only knew. That I managed to get a swap to the 16th regiment, Vermont, under Brid Gen George Stannard, started a chain of events that still leaves me pondering the fickle nature of life. We were heading to Pennsylvania, to reinforce Meades army at a place called Gettysburg, then a nondescript village and farm land. It was late June, 63, I had seen no enemies, except prisoners in DC, all this endless. I must have been giving her the evil-eye or the death-stare because after the first class she approached me.“Do we know each other?” she asked cautiously.“We went to the same high school at the same time.”“We were in high school together?”“No. I wouldn’t call it ‘together’ and actually I didn’t use those words. I said that we went to the same high school at the same time.”She looked at me searching the memory that was housed under that thick mane of blond hair. After several minutes of intense.