Mike... Listen... It's me... I'm Sam!" As Sam spoke with hisunfamiliar vocal chords, he detected a strange nuance to his speechwhich he couldn't yet... place."Oh, the lady likes jokes huh? Well believe me, this gun pointed atyou is no joke." Rivers renewed his aim for emphasis. Sam gripped thesides of the bathroom sink and pulled himself to his feet. "Easy,"Rivers warned, following his movements carefully with the gun.Sam came face to face with his reflection once more as he stood up.Bright. On 13 December 1862, the two sides met on a hill outside of Fredericksburg, Virginia. It was cold, and snow covered the ground. Rebel troops held a high stone wall, their guns pointed down at an army of blue-clad Federal forces. Eight thousand men were butchered on that hill; in fifteen separate charges, not one Union soldier reached the crest. Thirty yards from the Confederate line, the mangled body of a Union officer lay in the snow, his arms clutching the battle standard, and his blood. I fumble with the key as we get to the door, telling you I need to piss in drunk fashion I immediately begin strip once inside baring my big bubble butt however I continue to struggle to stay upright once we finally make it to my room I go to flop face forward on the bed as you hold me up your hand grazes my ass I look back expecting you to be walking out but see the bulge bigger then ever as you are staring and see a prime time to take what you want you begin to strip down with your hard dick. .. there was a ... I guess you'd call it a scandal, after you moved, just at the end of term." I waited patiently for her to continue, but it took her a couple of moments to gather her wits before she could go on."About a week or two after you left, we noticed that Mrs. Ball seemed to be acting a little strangely. She was always quite focused when she was teaching, and she seemed to be losing her concentration. She would stumble when she was talking, and forget what she was trying to talk to us.