Intelligent. And good in bed. Just a shame Gill was not able to have children.” I was a little taken aback.“You two are obviously very close,” ... said. It wasn’t every day that Gill would have discussed such things.“Were. I haven’t spoken to Gill for around six months.”“Care to share what happened?”"Annabel. Gill met Annabel at a friend's house and there was chemistry until she met me."The thought that if I’d handled Gill’s Sapphic issues differently I might have enjoyed several threesomes. After that, I took care to carry my papers showing that I was a British Citizen.Then in 1865, the might of the Union wore down the South. Sherman's march to the sea cut the rebel states in twain. 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. She was alone in the back yard, with family all gone. She was lying a few feet from me on a folding chaise lounge. My sweaty body was pushing the hand mower and separated from my fantasy by only some low hedges. She wore a rather scandalous (for those days and that neighborhood) black bikini. She lay on her back with the top straps rolled down and the cups pulled as far off her breasts as possible for maximum exposure – though her nipples were covered. Looking back, I’m sure she knew I was. “Where are we going?” asked Kelly.“Someplace called the Tin Rooster, but that’s all I know. Gary said it was classy, so that we should wear something decent. If I wear my Class As, we won’t get carded.”“So, I should probably wear something other than my cut-off shorts and my ‘Born To Party’ t-shirt?” she asked.I smiled at that. “For that kind of dinner, we take Riley Fox and let him find you a wet t-shirt contest.”“Been there, done that,” she replied, which made me look at her funny. Kelly.