'High-end Gothic' might get close to describing her. Her hair was black, as was her outfit, and her skin was pale, almost translucent. She was tall an... dressed in a way that was beyond fashionable. Her jacket and skirt were of the business variety, but too tight and too liberally cut to be businesslike — as were her laced, high-heeled vintage boots.The woman moved gracefully towards her table. Her hand was warm and strong, her smile spontaneous, but her green eyes stayed intensely watchful,. At around afternoon the fever shot up, I was too weak to understand. Hema took my temperature and went away only to return with a bucket of water and a towel. I asked her for some water and as I was drinking it she undid my pyjamas and vest.I was too surprised to protest. My penis showed signs of excitement. Hema laughed and set about sponging my entire body with the wet towel. She spent a considerable amount of time on my dick holding it in her soft hands. After the treatment she did not let. Now I grew up with the traditional macho black aversion to cunnilingus and Adele would not tolerate it but like several other things I left behind in East St. Louis, I left that reluctance behind and I still liked to practice it on special occasions. As I looked at the combination of innocence and sexual wild woman that Beth had become, I couldn't resist burying my face in her clean and musky pubic hair.After her initial shock, Beth arched her back and pulled me by the back of the head into her. The Union controlled the Mississippi cutting off the western states of the rebellion. His army out-manned, his resources dwindling, Lee finally surrendered ending the bloody conflict.I could say that the war had nothing to do with me, being a British subject, and in one way that is true. But I had known many men who did not return. I knew many families in grief at lost loved ones. Surely war affects all of us, those fighting and those left behind. If there be no good reason to fight, then those.