"Is she one of the Smarts?" Eddie asked."Her grandfather was Simon Smart. He used to own a railroad or something," she said."Yes he did, he owned the ...pur line back at the turn of the last century. It would have been her great, great, grandfather that built that spur. When Southern Railroad bought it, he was already rich shipping timber and furniture out of the mountains, and shipping consumer goods into the area." Eddie explained. The last of the line, lives in one of those big houses on. After the plane departed we were served more wine and pheasant delicately prepared. You moved closer to me as we ate. I could feel your warm body so very close and it gave me peace for I could feel your love touch me in such a wonderful way. Our hands found each others and this added to our physical communication. After dinner, we covered ourselves with a blanket and settled down for the 12 hour flight. You laid your head on my shoulder and I put my arm around you. I kissed your hair and it. Par maine jaise taise control kiyaPhir woh boli – bhiyya agar app bura na mano toh main yahan haath rakh loon? Yeh kehte hue usne meri pant ke uppar seh mere lund parr haath rekh diya…Main chup chaap baitha rha ….Aur woh meri aakhon mein dekne lagi….Uski light brown aakhon ko buss main ghoorta hi reh gaya….Ekdum doobta sa mehsoos kiya khud ko…Phir maine kaha ki yaar – “i don;t mind, parr phir tumhe bhi mind nahi karna chahiye”….Usne kha “main bhi nahi mind karungi…Kyonki aap mujhe bahut achhe. Before it happened, I liked to think of myself as enlightened, but race was something I was always aware of, even while I tried not to let it matter. But now, with what's happened, I don't even think of it. If I'd known you, I'd probably have just said 'black, ' but there was that residue of doubt, and that made me avoid the word."Ed looked at Camille, and said, "Not to make too big a deal of it, but we're certainly not offended by an attempt not to offend, since it was out of respect, and not.