Html][/image]20 years ago I worked in the Middle East in a small team of researchers. We were often based in a small camp in the desert, living in ten...s. The tents were either 2 or 4 person tents and in total out team ranged from 10-15 people, mostly men. However, there were 2 women in the team and it wasn’t long before I hit it off with one of them, I shall just call her D here. Unfortunately, we could not share a tent, partly because the project leader didn’t want to upset the local team. At this, her breathing had become hot, her clasp had tightened and then she responded. She took my tongue and she started sucking on it, swallowing my saliva. My had slowly went down to her breast and i found it soft and most pleasant, i removed her saree pallu and started removing the knots from behind her blouse. One…two…three and the blouse was now open. I peeled it off, exposing the most beautiful pair of breasts, small dark brown nipples jutting out of them. The mood, the log fire, and the. By 7:00, there were now about 50 in all. Students, and jocks and coaches in their jersey's from all over East Texas showed for the tribute. Obviously, with no way to get such a caravan down the small dirt roads of Shanty Town, we all dis-embarked the buses and marched towards Maurice house, led by the band, with just the drums playing a cadence. Just becoming dark, everyone lit their candles, and as the crowd of nearly 1000 approaches the house, we start humming. As we all gathered around the. My father was a schoolteacher and he didn’t believe in slavery. However, not too awfully far away lived my Uncle George in Virginia. He believed in slavery and he owned several field hands and a couple of girls that help his wife out in the house.In 1860 there was a lot of unrest and talk about secession. At fifteen I knew what was going on and I also knew that I would be smack dab in the middle of it shortly.I had spent the previous summer helping out my Uncle George on his tobacco plantation.