As they say, she got a pearl necklace. We both gasped at this wonderful start to our day. We had room service breakfast, unfortunately it wasn't Jim ...ho delivered it. Joan did flash her tits at the waiter when he came into the room. I went to the conference to work. Joan hadn't made up her mind as to what she was going to do. My work that day was brutal. I really looked forward to dinner and an evening with Joan. We ate that night at Tubby's Seafood. The fresh catch of the day was delicious. ”The less senior officer nodded in response, his mind recalling how he had summonsed one of the young camp followers into his tent only the night before. His groin stiffened a little and the Major was forced to shift his position so that his considerable bulk could rest more easily inside his uniform.“Then take me to her General, if you please, and let us begin this examination.”Chapter 25 – The Slave Pens at White Orchard, Around 6:50am, May 12th 1864It was time. There would be no more. You're the first Yank to ever come in here and not order a bowl of Lucky fuckin' Charms," she said with contempt.At first, I thought she screwed up and brought a Coke due to its dark color. But after that lecture I wasn't about to complain since Americans are not renowned for our congeniality throughout the world. I know we aren't as cordial as Canadians, but who is? Sipping the dark brew, the frothy head tickling my nose, I knew immediately it wasn't Coke. Strong on my taste buds. Now I know. My long blonde hair was pulled into two ponytails. Uncle Dan seemed pleased with the outfit I had chosen, and he was in high spirits as he began the shoot.“OK, let’s have you just sitting on the grass first. No need to show anything yet. Just some location shots to set the mood.” I situated myself on the grass, and heard the clicking of my uncle’s camera.“Mmmmm, this is gonna be a good one. Stretch those long legs out in front. Good. Like that. Lean your head back. Got it. OK now sit up. Legs.