Chapter 1: Everclear Plantation, 1832
Terri and I first became acquainted when she moved to Louisiana in 1832 during the boom times. I had just completed renovating my small plantation home forty miles north of New Orleans, set back a little from the Mississippi. Her husband worked for me and managed the plantation commerce.
We grew sugar cane and shipped it down to New Orleans. The crop was reliable and the plantation prospered. I had fifty-three Negroes working for me and they lived on the plantation in fourteen two-family cabins under the oak on the road leading back to the sugar cane processing plant. I had selected the most reliable workers to take care of the cooking and housekeeping. My brother and his wife lived in my home along with me. My wife returned to Boston after only a few months of living in the slow-moving south. She preferred the theater to nights at the Sugar Shack, a local tavern and eatery next to the river. I preferred black beans and rice to Lobster Newburg.
I had to go into New Orleans to talk with my lawyer about some finance matters. It takes about eight hours by buckboard and that is with a change of horses at the halfway point. It a long ride but the scenery is beautiful. I made this trip about every month. Terriâs mom lived in the French Quarter and she asked if she could go along with me. I said sure and asked if she had a place to stay overnight.
She laughed and said, âYes, with my Mamma." I said, âSure, if that is the way you want it." Terry had move in about a month before and she was really fine to look at, and she had a lot of exuberant energy. I would go out of my way to be around her whenever I could, without drawing the attention of her husband.
We started out the next morning, just before the sun came up. The workers were already getting the day started in the kitchen and in the barns. I greeted them all with good mornings all around. They really were the ones that made the plantation work and they made me feel like a guest in my own home. We boarded the buckboard and drove out under the oaks. There were already children climbing in the trees and a few mothers nursing their young ones on their front porches. The horses were frisky and felt the adventure of the trip.
As the morning sun came up over the Mississippi it cast a warm pink orange glow on everything and made the water look like wine. Terry was sitting next to me on my right and pretty face reflected the warmth of the June morning. She was wearing a long blue dress and a white hemp blouse, with a drawstring at the open neck. With the rhythm of the buckboard, I could not help but notice her breasts bouncing and I was very aware of our hip touching and brushing against each otherâs as we made turns. She smelled like vanilla flowers, if there is such a thing. We kept the conversation light and made each other laugh all the way to New Orleans. When we arrive, I dropped her off at her momâs home and went off to meet my lawyer.
The next morning after we I was done with my lawyer, I met Terry at Brannonâs for a late breakfast and some eye-openers for the road. Breakfast was good as usual, and her company was extraordinary. She seemed to have resolved something that I knew was bothering her during her visit with her mom.
The trip back seemed to pass quickly. While we rode, she told me a little about her marriage, and the her husband seemed more interested in his work than he was in her and that he was spending way too much time at the Sugar Shack. Bill had worked for me for about a year and he always did a great job. I admired him for the way he treated the workers and made sure they were taken care of. He brought Terri to the plantation only a month ago and I was surprised myself how he paid so little attention to her and tended to leave her alone most of the time. They had a ten-year old boy who couldnât get enough of the plantation, exploring and playing with all the other kids.
As we neared the turnoff to Everclear Plantation, as it was called, the sun was setting and we could see its last golden rays streaming through the cypress and oak trees behind the white houses. We rode into the yard and dogs barked and the kids ran in front of us, excited to see us back, because I always brought penny candy back. John the stable manager met us and took the horses. We got our packages from the back and headed toward our homes. In the shadows behind a large oak between Terriâs house, and us she turned to me and said thanks for taking her and she gave me a hug. Her hot body next to mine and the feel of her soft hair against my cheek was wonderful. She kissed my cheek and we parted and started to walk again. She slowed and stopped, then turned to me and kissed me quickly on the lips and then ran to the house.
I went inside and Cara, my maid, brought my dinner and set it on a table on the front gallery. I enjoyed the meal and enjoyed the view of the river as the boats moved up and down the waterways, now just silhouettes and small light so other boats and barges could see them. After reading a bit I decided to take a bath and go to bed. I asked Cara to prepare the tub and make it hot. My muscles were sore. The tub was outside near the rear garden inside a sheltered area. It offered minimal privacy, but I enjoyed the view and smell of the garden when I was in the bath.
When I got to the tub the sun was fully set and it was dark out, with only stars and sliver of a moon for light. The workers were all inside and either sleeping or relaxing. I stripped off my robe and got into the tub. It was hot and it took me a while to lower myself into the water. I added some soap and some oils to the water and mixed it around until there was a mountain of soap bubbles on top of me and then I just relaxed and listened to the night. It was so quiet. I could hear the singing frogs and one of the workers away off in the distance playing a harmonica very sweetly. I closed my eyes and thought for a moment about how lucky I was and reflected on the ride home with Terry and the surprise kiss she left me with.
I opened my eyes aware of some change. I looked across to Terryâs house and saw there was light coming from her bedroom window. In a few moments, I saw her through the window in the dress she had worn that day. I saw her walk back and forth in front of the window a couple of time. I chided myself for peeping, but I could not help myself. She was so enchanting. The smell of the garden, with roses and honeysuckle and the hushed sounds around me were the orchestra for what was to follow.