There was an expectant silence for a few minutes; it was almost as if each of them was awaiting someone to start off a conversation. It was Ginny who ...poke first. “So darling,” she said as her hand landed on Larry’s thigh, “how do you see things progressing tonight?” Larry felt nervous about being put on the spot. Ginny’s hand slid across to his groin. “Pete and I are here to help make your fantasies come to life,” she told him. “Just direct us in the way you want things to go.” Larry cleared. "Carmy's a good horse, just give her some slack ... There you go ... But not too much. You gotta let her know you're there too." Uh ... O-O-Oh ... Ow!" Chris was bouncing his butt off the saddle."You have to relax. Just ride the horse, Chris. Kind of move with her..." I undulated my body in an exaggerated way to show him what I meant, and it was hard to keep from laughing."Ka-ay ... My bu-utt is already so-ore..." He frowned, his head jerking as the horse moved. Chris looked like a little boy. While the music was loud and everyone engrossed in there stuff I saw a girl passing by. Too my shock or relief it was her. Shibani. I yelled and went behind her. I yelled shibani. She didn’t respond. I looked around and approached her. When I went near her. Her eyes widened up. She ignored me. She went and sat with a huge group of people she was with. I was restless. I was walking near her group of friends where she was sitting.After a while I went to take a leak and while walking out she was. Seth had seen the tired clerks straggle down the plank road in the early morning. If the Confederates had only known, thought the boy as he wiped his eyes and strained to see if the battleline had moved again. But the regiments still waited, the 43rd New York, the 49th New York and the soon-to-be-mustered-out 7th Maine. The spectators along the highway, even the hucksters, were quiet. Some of the young women peeked out above their fans. Seth could not see Jefferson in the crowd. He could hear.