Southern revisionists are very good at persuading people that they’re right, that the Southern cause was a righteous war for national liberation by ...he Confederate Army, that sadly failed because of a Northern attrition strategy. They’re very convincing, but if you do the actual research, well, you can easily discover otherwise.“If you don’t believe me, just read the ordinances of secession for yourself. They’re quite open about their motives for leaving the Union. They don’t mask or hide them. I check if I got the position right, hands on my lap, legs slightly spread and my head bowed.=== 10h15 ===Jasper tells me to remain in this position, while he informs my mistress that I am here. I hear him walk away, not daring to lift my head to watch. === 10h30 ===Still waiting… wondering if he was playing a prank on me. Oh! Footsteps! I hold my breath, and this is not Mr. Jasper, I can feel it. She’s at my back. Suddenly I hear my name, “Slut”, as the words come to my ears, my eyes fill up. "Yes it is. Which one is going to be the lucky one?" "Whoever wants to get lucky, shall get lucky." I stare into her eyes and hold her for a second then start to laugh. She starts to laugh with me as well. "That's pretty deep. I'm sure it will work on blonde girl one and two over there." "I an pretty certain it has worked already," I say, as I toss her a wink. "You have no idea." She gives me a little smile then gets up and heads towards the dance floor. I smile and finish my beer and get up to. She didn't protest. He looked at her with a boyish grin in that way she defined as puppy love, which gave her a jubilant feeling of sexual power. Her legs danced back and forth as she lay in his arms. Euphoria consumed her so completely that she kissed Darwin on the cheek before he put her down."That's for luck," she said in a silly way. She heard John singing a stupid cartoon theme and that made her laugh. Coke gave her such a happy buzz. Was it the reason she felt such a perfect.