1. A Portrait Of A Lady


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    he left me with Gwendolyn once more. She smiled and gestured for me to sit. I did so gladly. "So tell me Lorenzo, how did you like my display of your wonderful work. It's effective, yes? I think so and so do many of my clients. They may look upon me even if they are unable to taste my assets." She laughed with glee. I smiled. It delighted me to hear her. "They're fortunate to simply be in your presence Gwendolyn. You know this. So do I, oh so well." "How sweet you are Lorenzo. You were such a wonderful lover. There, I'll bring it out in the open. You filled my senses for a time. I must thank you for that, certainly. Now, may I offer you some refreshment? I would love to spend some time chatting with you. This isn't a busy time." I agreed and she rang and ordered drinks for us. It was rather early so we just had some sherry. We spent something like an hour or so simply discussing art and music. Finally the subject moved to her library and all of the volumes she had for the use of the girls and the clients. "You understand, I know, that this is my home. So my library must be of use to me, as well as anyone who sees fit to use it." "Oh, certainly. I must say though that I was struck by all of the books that concerned an ethnic group that fought beside Americans in that little Asian war we were involved in." "You noticed that? Most don't. It's important to me. It concerns my family. I see you understand this. You're an intelligent man. You couldn't help but notice. I should ...
    have realized this. No matter. I am proud of my heritage even if my family might not be so proud of me." "I've heard the rumors. I won't insult you by repeating them. But I must say I always wondered what your background was. Simply as a friend and a man who spent many hours admiring you. I would never intrude. But it is interesting to me." "We're friends, dear Lorenzo. You're discrete. You must be in your artistic endeavors. I see this. Let me tell you a little about my history if it interests you so much." "Pleased do. I'd be honored with your trust in me." "My family are Hmong. We were established in the mountains of Thailand, Laos and Vietnam. We fought for our freedom during the Secret War alongside the French and later the Americans. We won often, but we also lost. My family was an integral part of the effort. My grandfather was a general. He died during a flight of attack bombers against the North Vietnamese. It isn't important now except for the honor we feel. Some of us feel that honor. Personally I'm happy to simply be in America now." "After many years of fighting we often would lose, and finally our group was left in camps in Thailand. We were lucky enough to be resettled in America. Our family found a home here in the Great Central Valley of California. It was rather a heaven for farmers. At least, when it wasn't suffering from drought. We're Americans now." She sighed and looked at me with a wry smile on her face. "Few Americans have ever heard the name Hmong. ...
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