She looked like the fashionable, wealthy daughter of some rich merchant, and I looked like a poor farmer without a shilling to my name. A shitkicker a...nd a princess.We ate and talked in dribs and drabs, and I discovered that her father, a rock-bound Tory if there ever was one, had lost his investment in several ships because of the war, was deeply in debt and had consented, for a hefty payment, that his daughter, Angelica, without a farthing of dowry, marry General Sir Philip Ridge-Warrington,. It was true that we looked very much alike we both had very blond hairand blue eyes and were even had similar builds. We both had long slenderlegs, slender arms and shoulders. But best of all I had inherited myfather's wide hips which he considered a curse. I loved the way dressesand skirts fastened snug around my thin waist and flowed over the curveof my ample hips. Also, in an attempt to maintain and enhance myfeminine build, I gravitated to sports and exercises that would enhancethe shape of. When they were done they waved goodbye to me and closed the drapes. I watched as the light in Bethany’s room came on. She opened her drapes and showed me her body again before closing the drapes and turning off her light. Angelica turned off her light too. I closed my drapes and turned my light off. I fell asleep thinking about my girlfriend Angelica.The next morning in school Angelica and Bethany caught me outside. They wanted to talk.Angelica said, “We had the best time ever last night! Did. Could well be a ghost town like these others. Most of the locals really have packed up and moved to Utica to join What’s His Face there. Rome, Cortland, Norwich, Schenectady, all deserted, as you know. I’m hoping that there are people in Ithaca still. Even if only a small remnant. Trust me, though. I know this area. The Tavern should still have a working kitchen and warm beds for the night. See ya there. Cowpoke out,” the man on the other end urged them.“Copy that, Cowpoke. Will do. Duckman.