. she shares her banana splits with him.)“I was seeing if I could steer by the video screen from the viewer on the camera on the airplane. The drone... are ok but I’m practicing flying. The area between Monroe and Madison ... they were former Presidents, the fourth and fifth ... is elevated and broken with a low spot halfway.”She took my pen from my pocket and drew a recognizable map of the lakeshore where there are no docks on the waterside and the bluffs inside the highway. I’ve been stationed. It doesn't take much to push her back against the wall, to knock the breath from her and shake those words to pieces. You see her swallow hard, gaze darting from your eyes to your lips, and it makes you grin. She could easily push you away, and maybe it's fear, maybe it's curiosity, but her hands stay by her sides.It's so easy to kiss her; all it takes is a movement from you to close the gap, and then your lips are pressing against hers, suffocating whatever fragments of protest remained. You. There were all sorts of levels to choose from. They came over together as if this was a social event. It was only 9:45am and I wasn’t prepared to entertain as if this was a supper club or other special affair. It was only me, in a pair of jeans, flannel shirt and t-shirt, underneath, for warmth. Not expecting anyone around, I hadn’t truly cleaned up properly other then to brush and shave. So I wasn’t bad looking, but I wasn’t dressed to kill either. On the other hand, she came over in a fleece. And you don’t,” the butler laughed. “I just got to stay a li’l bit lata tomorrow night.”“I ain’t no dummy just cause I’se a field nigga.”“I know, Fred. You’re my only friend.”The next day went as expected for both of them. The five-foot-four-inch Roman spent the entire waiting on the needs of the spinster Marjorie. Fred spent ten hours thrashing rice. Roman helped Marjorie get ready for the lieutenant governor of South Carolina coming for dinner. After the maids had done their job in dressing.