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there was never any need to sway from the bunkers that evening the way the tall pines swayed mastering my innermost self to a tiny craft beneath the woods as night shattered the small lantern resistance followed far beyond what I needed at the time of the entrance gathering I remember being consoled smitten from the bottom of the calvary where haste had bothered to intrude I catered to your manhood even though it had withered long before the boots had entered I didn't dare blink mine eyes wide shut my ruby red lips trembled I licked them in a brief attempt to moisten them preventing a cracked chafing effect biting my bottom one merely drawing blood tasting the rawness of fear the red coats were leaving now standing before me was her in all her beauty in all her glory America embracing my tiny form