Emerson was a small man in stature. In four inch high heels Gabrielle would be almost tall as the General. He had a posture the commanded respect. A h...air cut that only left a little on top, his shoes spit shined, and a uniform that fit him perfectly as well as his three rows of medals including the Purple Heart and the Silver Star punctuated his gallantry. He walked in with the escort of a Secret Service agent. He stopped in front of the desk and snapped of a smart salute. His crystal clear. Oddly they claim Isaiah's old house as their first night to stay. What was a week's march to Billingsly fortifications would turn into two if the rains persisted. His ninety or so men grumbled at the fact that they had to stay in the barn that still had not been cleaned out since the plague.The horses and cattle that were house there had been dead a long time and their bones lay where they had died."Billingsly, his wife and son are dead," he told his son many times before. "That wench that has. And my girlfriend wants to do this. So does your daughter. And I have a friend with a similar problem only worse who I could help save." You mean the lumberjack?" she spat, holding on to the first person mentioned. "I knew she'd be bad for you. You want to be a country bumpkin like that boyfriend of mother's or a fucking farmer like my stupid grandfather?" What if I do?" I didn't raise you for that." You raised me to fuck old women. You did well, except this," I pointed to my tracks again, "has. All of the women were good shots and added to my personal security out here in the wilderness where anything goes without proper law enforcement.My youngest addition to my little harem was Josie with her baby face and immature body with smallish tits and almost no backside at all. Of course, she was only seventeen years old and would probably grow some more before she reached adulthood.The way she rode my desperate dick on that wagon was a source of great admiration from my widow wife and the.