I helped do that along with my men and marveled at the effectiveness of it because it created a void in the Confederate transportation system that wou...d not be restored for almost fifty years. I was able to see from the advantage of my time-jumping distortions that several of the southern states like Georgia were now weak links in the development of the southern states with states like Florida gaining ground because of their limited participation in the hostilities.The troops were lined up. James let his eyes wander around, looking at the gathered crowd. His wedding reception was quite large, thanks to his rich parents. James only knew about half of the people who were standing around, drinking champagne, and chatting about things that no one really cared about. He could see his parents, talking to his bride's sister. He could spot his new in-laws. But he could not see his very own bride.The thought of Rachael sent a chill through him. James would have never thought that a woman. She seemed to enjoy pumping the spunk out of his potent balls and often creamed her panties, without touching her cunt, when she saw the jism spurt out of his cockhead. She always leaned right over his lap while she frigged his meat, staring with great concentration at his cock and balls. When he shot his fuckjuice, she didn't even mind if the steaming hot slime splashed right in her face, either. But, unfortunately, she wouldn't take his cock into her mouth. She wouldn't even give it a lick.. This is Cale’s life and it’s never been an easy one. When I write romance, I try to stay mindful of the way that life – with all of its warts just seldom lays out a smooth pathway. There are bumps and stumps and Holy Hannah, the mosquitoes are as big as… Oh. Sorry, that was another story. Anyway. I seldom write about good guys or bad guys unless I need it to be obvious. I try to write about people and the things that they do. There’s my really poor and awful attempt at some color in this, so.