As he shook the jacket to straighten the wrinkles a packet fell from the inside pocket to the floor. It was the manila envelope he had been given by o...e of the men who had brought him back to the hotel last night. He had forgotten about it in his anxiety today to get to the hotel where Jean had stayed.In feet, he thought dryly, I've forgotten almost everything about last night. Almost.He opened it carefully not wanting to tear the thin onion skin sheets of paper inside. He unfolded the thin. Strangely all this seems to arouse me even more, knowing what is going on in their dirty minds. Mom chats and flirts with them in front of me and I don’t really mind all that though they are always looking at her boobs rather than her face. I think mom enjoys all that attention.Now let me get on with the story. This happened a few years back when I was 18 and mom was 39. Mom decided to get my room renovated as I was growing up. So we hired a carpenter to do all the new furniture that was. I had never said those words to her before. I love you. Did I? Should I tell her? Did she love me? Our game had taken a sharp turn into an entirely new direction. The moment before I spoke seemed to last forever. I opted for honesty. I said, “I don’t know.” I didn’t know. She looked at me, eye to eye, for a very long time, giving nothing away. Finally she said, “Well when you do know you should tell her. Either way. She deserves to know.” Her serious gaze turned playful. “But in the meantime….”. As we moved forward into the rolling hills of Northern Georgia, the long column began to collect a large number of "refugees" in the form of freed Negros deciding to attach to the camp of the Union forces hoping for respite from their former masters. When it came to the point that the regular troops were forced to have their rations cut to make do for the dark-skinned travelers, some of the men started to grumble about marching on an empty stomach. At that time we were moving in two main.