“Here’s something interesting,” volunteered Curtis. “‘Honeymoon’ in Spanish is like in English, but it doesn’t have anything to do with ...he moon or honey,”His twin poked his side. “Mr. Americano, so unromantic. You make honey under the moon, right, Mom?”Tonight, Curtis headed our backrub line, me in the middle.Our neighbors pulled a blanket over them, and by its movements, like Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in “From Here to Eternity,” began to make honey.I was under Curtis’s arms when Jeanie. When ever you give me an excuse, I’ll do this again so people can see what happens when a slave doesn’t follow orders. But this ain’t nothin’ compared to what you white people did to the black man when you had the chance.”Robert continued to beat me until he drew b***d.He smiled when he showed me the b***d on the cane.“This being your first time, I’m goin’ easy on you.”When I was let down, I collapsed to the floor.But my punishment. Then she lay back on the blanket and opened her arms to her son.Jimmy bent over and kissed his mother's lips again and brought his hand up to caress her breast. He heard her moan as his hand slid down into her gown and pulled her breast out. He moved his head back and looked into her eyes one last time, searching for acceptance. He saw everything he wanted in her loving eyes. Only then did he bring his mouth to her hard nipple.Jennifer gasped as she felt her son sucking on her breasts like he. She was an enthusiastic camper and declaredherself to be especially fond of backpacking, canoes and boating,which gave us a lot in common right off. At the campout, a group of us set out on a three-day canoetrip on one of the rivers that flowed near our base camp. We wereall trucked up the river to our first camp, where we put our canoesin the water and set off. We’d float down the river all day stoppingoccasionally for meals and rests, camping at preselected campsitesfor the.