I arrived in London in the fall of 1775. BF had been traveling with his old friends to Ireland, Scotland, and every place he enjoyed. Talking to him gave me the impression that when he goes home, he will never return to England. The battles with the Parliament had been contentious for five years, and he was tired. I chastised him for not returning home when Deborah was dying. The fact that he did not go home, even for her funeral, caused much consternation among his friends. I could see that time was short. He was due for a meeting at the parliament concerning the issues the colonies were angry about. I asked him about a few British lasses to brighten his day, but his heart wasn't in it. The meeting in front of the parliament was a disaster. For three hours they lambasted and ridiculed him. When they finally told him he could speak, his lawyer said he had nothing to say to them. He stood in silence until they were finished. He entered the room a British citizen, but he left as an American citizen. He waited until the threat had quieted down, and we boarded a ship for home. I never found out why he had asked me to come. I think he was angry I chastised him for abandoning Deborah at her deathbed, but I don't care. If I become the next in a long line of men he dismisses, I can live with that.
By the time we arrived back in Philadelphia, the heat of revolution was everywhere. The British governor had requested and received troops to keep the peace. They just added fuel to the flame already burning.
BF moved into the home Deborah had died in, and, with his children and grandchildren, began planning what was next. They called each colony to send people to a continental congress to discuss the problem, and BF was voted in.
Meanwhile, Red was happy to see me. My business was fine under our son, but they were worried about what to do about the tensions. Which side to be on, and how to be careful. Our return settled the issue, but we still had to be careful.
About a month after we got back, I had a boy come with a note from BF. I went to the hall to see him. The place was crowded, dirty, and hot. Everyone seemed unhappy and on edge. I guess discussing treason will do that to you. I found BF at a table with a one of his friends, listening to the never-ending speeches. He would soon be 70, and he was looking like it. He was large and had trouble with gout in his legs. When he saw me, he struggled to his feet, and motioned for us to leave.
"Abner, it is good to see you. These people are going to drive me to drink." I laughed at him. "Ok, more than I do now. I am sorry for London. I do feel badly about Deborah, but I knew when I left London, I would never return, and I had to make it clear where we stood as the colonies. Now I am home, alone, and this (he waved his arms at the commotion in the hall) will go on forever, unless the British army arrives to put an end to it. Could you put together a little party like our old days? Not as strenuous as before, maybe just you and me and a couple of ladies for a quiet night of comfort?"
I looked at my old friend, and I suddenly saw him for what he was. A weary old man with the weight of history on his shoulders and no answers. I assured him I would.
I discussed this with Red. We decided to find two ladies very carefully. I wanted Angela, but Red pointed out BF would want young. Red thought she would have a couple of girls in mind from the files of Dr. Wilson's office.
Red also told me about Mary Rose. The governor had died during a protest at the governor's mansion. The doctors were saying heart attack, but no one knew for sure. The mob left the family alone after he had died. I wanted to see both her and Angela, but I had a party for BF to attend to first.
Red produced two pretty young things, no more than 21 who were willing to "diddle" with the famous Ben Franklin. I instructed them to not put too much strain on him. I found out later that Red had told them the same thing about me. I'm in my early 60's after all, and not many men live longer than that now.
I had a separate house that I owned, and it was perfect for this. I picked BF up in a carriage, and we arrived early. We got settled in and had a couple of drinks by the time the girls arrived. One was a redhead, and my mind went back to the old days and Red. It made it hard for me to continue, but BF looked so happy I could not stop it. I told him to take her, and I looked at the young brown-haired girl. She was short but had a pleasing figure with nice breasts and a slender waist. I saw BF laying on a couch as the redhead was beginning to stroke him and suck him. He seemed to be in a trance, so I turned my attention to my prey.
She dropped her frock to reveal nothing underneath. She smiled and took my hand. We went to another couch where she pushed me down. She then dropped to her knees and began to work my member. It felt good. The enthusiasm of youth was a wonderful thing. I didn't last too long. I was squirting after a few minutes. She let it ooze down her chest. I pulled her up to me, and she sat on my lap while I recovered. She was sweet, and soft, and quiet. I felt like King David in his old age with his concubines keeping him warm at night. I had to get rid of that image, so I picked her up, and pushed her down on my dick. I could still get it up, and she was ready for a ride. I saw over the girl's shoulder that the red-haired girl was doing the same to BF. Both girls were riding the old men like they were ready for a reward. My reward came soon for mine. I fired into her as she was warming up. She came as I finished and lay on me resting. BF was in the same position. I told the girls to switch, but I just wanted to hold the redhead for a few minutes. I didn't think I would be able to do anything with her. The other girl just sat on BF's naked lap and touched his face and hair as they talked. I think he was happy just to have her with him at this time. He wanted nothing more than her company, and she was willing to provide it. Red had done a good job with these two. They were kind and sweet. I hugged the redhead and we talked. She worked for her family in a textile store. She hoped to marry the young man whose parent's owned a grocer's store. I kissed her gently and thanked her for her kindness and told her that Red would be watching out for both of them. If they needed anything, they could go to see her.
I had the carriage take them home and BF and I walked. He seemed happier and more at peace. "BF, what do you think of those two?"
"We are two old farts that are kidding ourselves. Maybe we should be a little more practical."
"I am glad you think that also. Remember Angela, the beauty from one of our first parties?" I could see he was thinking.
"I don't know. She would be old now, wouldn't she?"
