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    surrounding area.
    She knew that some sort of party
    was taking place but was confused, not
    really knowing anyone but being the center
    of attention. She flirted, fanning herself
    and bending lower than needed to allow
    the young men to get a better look at her
    assets. Within minutes she had men
    fawning over her, offering her drinks and
    requesting the opportunity to dance with
    her later in the event. The power of her
    position was readily apparent and she was
    reveling in it. In her dream, she looked
    about, taking in the eyes of the men around
    her, all intent on her form.
    Her role as plantation tease
    complete, she excused herself and
    retreated
    into
    the
    mansion.
    Large,
    imported doors from England swung open
    to a grand entryway, hardwood floor and
    spiral staircase that dominated the center
    of the home. Two butlers opened both
    doors to allow her entrance; the bone
    hoop skirt needed a wide birth. She could
    hear herself speaking with a thick
    Southern accent, moving freely among the
    guests in the drawing room, stopping to
    see if any conversation was of interest to
    her but knowing that she was only there to
    entice the men and drive them crazy. A
    goal she was easily attaining. Growing
    tired of the little game she was playing she
    looked about for the man she knew truly
    wanted her and she, him.
    Searching the main floor he was
    nowhere to be seen. Gliding up the stairs,
    she went from room to room, trying not to
    be obvious that she was looking for a
    particular individual, for if she was found
    out it would lead to certain ruination.
    Unable to locate him in the plantation
    mansion she ventured outside to the rear
    of the house that led to the river and the
    rice fields beyond. Holding up the dress to
    move more quickly, she moved to the
    kitchen adjacent to the mansion, peered
    inside and saw the source of her yearning.
    Two black female slaves stood, sweat
    beading up on their skin from the intense
    heat of the kitchen and the warmth of the
    day. Both reacted with surprise when they
    saw Blanche at the doorway.
    “You ought not to be here ma’am
    this here’s for slaves and kitchen worka’s.
    There be sumpin’ we can hep ya wit?” the
    older one asked.
    “Not you, but I need a strong back
    to do some lifting for me, need that big
    fella there,” Blanche said, pointing to the
    black man, back to her, putting wood on
    the large fire where the pig was roasting.
    Jasper recognized the voice,
    turned around, but could not stand fully
    without cracking his head on the shallow
    ceiling. A wide smile crossed his lips,
    which he immediately muted when the
    kitchen workers scowled in his direction.
    “Yes ma'am, Ms. Delaney, ya’ll be
    needin’ Jasper’s help with somethin’?”
    His broad, hairless chest, turned
    dark from the hours in the cotton fields
    glistened with droplets of perspiration,
    expanding in and out as he recuperated
    from the job of feeding the fire.
    “Yes, I surely do Jasper, come out
    here a minute and let me get a better look
    at you. Need to make sure you’re up to the
    job,” winking at just the right moment so
    the other help couldn’t see.
    Jasper ducked his head low
    enough to exit the kitchen and stood before
    his owner.
    “What you be needin’ missy?” he
    said, a knowing look in his eye.
    “You know perfectly well what I
    ‘be needin’ and I’m not going to get it
    here! Come with me.”
    Blanche turned and strode in the
    direction of the river, Jasper close behind,
    looking over his shoulder to see if anyone
    was looking or following. Once at the
    river, the pair knew there was an old
    kitchen structure that had partially burned
    down, with three walls still erect.
    Standing inside, one could see across the
    river but those in the house could not see
    what was going on inside. Blanche
    scurried around the wall and into the
    structure, turning to face Jasper as he
    entered.
    She went to him without worry of
    soiling her dress or fear of retribution