She rolled her hips. “Oh, I’m sure. You’re hitting every spot I enjoyed back in college.”“Aren’t you worried about falling into old habits...”She leaned over me, her hands on my chest, and her face closer to mine. “It’s only a habit if I were to seduce more men.”“Oh, so doing this tonight is acceptable?”She smiled, rocking her hips on me, and nodded. “It’s veeerrry acceptable.”I had to admit, she felt good. If nothing else, I could feed from her before she left for the night. Besides, if this did. Cassie's eyes blinked open, and she sat up in the dark. Outside the window, no telltale signs of the approach of dawn appeared in the heavens. The skies were crisp and clear, though a dusting of fresh snow covered the bushes.Cassie uttered a sigh and rubbed her temple. She was grateful for something a little more sedate than previous forays into her mother's mind. The clarity of the memory and its unbiased perspective meant she must have channeled the same memory from both.Yet again, more. I felt kinda hot and sweaty, I know my cheeks were pinked. His crew ate with little talk, except to say thank you when I brought more corn bread or greens. I tried not to fidget, tried not to think about Ramon. About Ramon's hands on my body, his lips on mine. Poppa gave me a long look, his nostrils flaring slightly, but he didn't say boo.After cleaning up, I went to my bedroom and sat staring out the window. I couldn't help wigglin' around, and every time I squeezed my legs together I felt. Dave had tried to get onto a tour of a sugar mill and hadn't been able to find one. Here he was told why. Because of increasing costs associated with indemnity insurance and the dangers of having tourists in the operating mills, all mill operators had decided to stop providing tours. Thus this mini mill filled an educational and tourism gap.In the hour and a half that the tour took, they learned a lot about how sugar is produced. There were also many pieces of historic sugar industry equipment.