The cold, hard rain pelted the driver of the horse-drawn covered carriage as an angry wind added to the man’s misery. Inside the cabin sat Sherman a...d his guard.“Signal a left here,” Sherman issued his instructions so that the driver could be kept on track. White Orchard Mansions held many happy memories for the General, but none of them recent. Catherine would have been no more than fifteen when he last visited, and even back then she was already blossoming into a beautiful Southern Belle … a. We sat on the bed in such a way that our crotches (cocks) were touching together and she started kissing my face.For the first time, I was feeling like a girl being handled by a man. I was in a stunned state that I was just sitting like an idol. She understood my confused state and told me everything is cool and then took my hands and placed them on her waist and hugged me like there was no tomorrow.My face was buried deep in her cleavage and I started getting into the groove and was caressing. I see ... I see the life in you,” I said, holding up the lens to my eye. “I see the electricity flowing through the walls of your house, and I see the blood flowing through your veins. I see the sparks of nerve impulses traveling back and forth from your brain to your toes. I see the life force in the mosquitoes that hover outside my shield, and I see the sap moving in the leaves on that plant at your elbow. I see ... everything, Sylvia.”She looked shocked and pleased. Surprised and excited. It was a secretsociety type of tradition: many college boys applied for the job byvolunteering to clean the outside of the house the weekend before. Ashappened every year, a lot of boys had shown up. As a result, theoutside had never looked better, as each boy did his best to out-competethe others. Only two were chosen for the somewhat mysterious reward orprize: helping the cute co-eds clean the house inside the followingweekend. Mysterious, because the tradition of wearing the cute.