Dear Diary;I caught Anthony staring at me again during a lecture. I looked at him and frowned, and I'm sure he knew what I meant by that, but he just ...grinned and continued watching me. At the end of every class, he is approached by at least a couple of the female students, who ask him questions about the lecture. None of them seems to want to come to me for information. I'm guessing they're more interested in him than getting help. Overall, my students seem to be doing well, which pleases me. However, David did find one key informant in a man who was working as a swamper in one of the saloons. This was a surprising place to find an Indian, but he was so pissed off at his owner that he was easy to recruit: Jackson Beauregard was the owner of the saloon.Anyway, the swamper was in as good a position as the bartender to hear all kinds of local gossip, and he already had something useful for us. Four militia men were due into Albany to pick up a slave (an Indian) who had run away from. I grabbed it and threw it at the kitchen door. Jumping up two rungs on the attic access ladder, I pulled down the big duffle bag holding our stash of twenty-dollar bills and tossed it into the kitchen too. I belted on my holstered .45, dropped an extra magazine and a couple boxes of cartridges in my jacket pockets and laced up my hiking boots. We already had more ammo and bottle water stored permanently in the Land Rover.We’d practiced this. We’d timed grabbing our “go bags” and whatever else. Since John and Julie had been married, only one other person had sucked him off -- that was Julie’s sister Jane. John had been sleeping in after working late and, as it was summer, he was naked and only covered with a light bed sheet, Julie’s younger sister Jane was staying with them and had caught him asleep naked with an erection.Julie and Jane were in the kitchen making coffee when Julie asked Jane to take John a cup of coffee to his bedroom, explaining John would probably still be asleep..