There was the 'Garcia Column', the Durettis, and Montsenys. From Iberica came 'the Nins' and 'Connollys.' Soon, these ceased to be ethnic based and ab...sorbed Traveler kids from all of the countries of Europe as well as local Americans who'd long ago identified themselves with the Europeans. The Durettis and Montsenys could boast 2 or 3000 fighters each by the end of that year. Being anarchists, of course, women were regarded equally and several hundred young women joined the fighting. I knocked on Sammi’s door, “Rosie; it’s Daddy—Can I come in?”Sammi opened the door, letting me in. I sat down next to my daughter and let her cry for a while. I had never seen her so upset. Sammi made a move to leave, but I motioned for her to stay.Finally, my little girls’ face peered up into my eyes and said, “He told us that he loved us. The way he said it, sounded like he wanted to make love to us at the same time. I want him, but alone!”“He actually talked to me about it before he talked. The storm had been awful. A winter storm. They didn’t hit that often. At least not with such enormous ferocity. But this one did. The rain drove to the ground like tiny watery meteors. Driving against your skin. Stinging your face. Blurring your vision. It was a new trail you had been riding. One that had drawn your for years. But one that had always remained untaken. Why you decided to venture out upon it when a storm was clearly brewing is something you may never know. Perhaps it was the fact. I stop at your navel. I drag my tongue back up your body, stopping in between your breasts and make my way to the navel again, planting a perfect row of kisses. This time I continue, all the way to the edge of your panties. I stop, lifting my head just enough to look at them. The cloth is so thin, from here I can make out your gentle folds in the contours of the fabric. And the smell of your womanhood, I bite my lip, consumed by lust. I hook my thumbs inside and pull them down and off.