She wasn't a big fan of beer, but thought it would be rude to turn down the offer.Gilbert shook his head at her. "If you don't like beer, I can get yo...u something else. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do with me, Tiffany. I'm not the one trying to get into your pants." He waggled his eyebrows to let her know he was trying to be funny.Tiffany had to really think. She honestly couldn't recall any alcoholic beverage she had ever consumed that she really liked. "I think there was a. It tumbled from her head and framed an alabaster face that could not have been more perfect ... more enthralling. A tight red dress clung to gentle curves. Her corset did not look as if it was strung to tightly, as many of the other whore's did. I bent low, and placed a light kiss upon her hand.My lips tingled.I was already savoring the sweet struggle this girl would give me.I raised my head, and gazed into her eyes ... they were the shade of polished silver.She giggled at my theatrics."A most. ”“But that was thirty five years ago.” Dad exclaimed. “More. How can you remember that?”“I’m fifty one.” She grinned at our shocked looks. “The Confederacy did this for me. The only bit externally that is still the original me is the colour of my eyes. I was five foot four, with mousy brown hair, and a good fifty pounds overweight after having two children, both of whom are now in their twenties, and now I’m younger than they are. I look younger, anyway. What’s even better,” she continued with. So go ahead. And when the war is over and you come home, hopefully, your wild oats will have been depleted, and mine also. I will take you back under one condition. You will tell me, in lurid detail, about each and every time you fuck. That’s right! I said fuck! I’ve learned a whole new language since I started working at the truck plant. I know you know all those dirty words, and quite frankly, they turn me on. To be fair, I will do the same for you. It may take me some time, but I will do it..