Neither does the wedding, reception or nuptuals. It's the person. Only the person. Not the world around you, not the cars going by. Sometimes it's jus... you and him and the rain. That's how I felt that day. I hung up the phone, pretending things were normal. "Dad said he'll be another hour. And I told him that I'll get sommore shopping done but I think I'm skint!" "Well, Jude, maybe we can spend time together that will be a Chrimbo present for you. Want to leave?"Thumpthumpthumpbzzzbzzzbzzz goes. It was spotlessly clean, without a speck of dust in sight, and was functional if not particularly aesthetically pleasing. She couldn’t really complain about the utilitarian quarters, and it would prove more than adequate for the several weeks she would need to be aboard the ship.She curled her lip with disgust and replied, “Fine, I’ll stay in this hovel, if it’s the best this crate can offer.”John frowned at her surly tone, and she felt a surge of delight at having upset him, but kept that. Looking down the street, checking in all directions, she was unable to see anyone. Sniffing the air like a blood hound, she could no longer detect the smell of tobacco. Her fears discounted, Melinda breathed easier. She headed once more towards her home.Melinda's house was the last on a dead end street. Bordered on one side by an empty lot, woods surround the back and adjacent ends. Melinda went to the back door and was about to take the keys from her sweater pocket when she noticed that the. Do you need to see my ID badge?"I realized he was looking at my nipples poking proudly through my bikini top and t-shirt, instead of my face. He then looked up at my face, smiled, and said, "no, I recognize you, I think I've seen you around the camp. Just be sure to be careful coming back down these old trails." He then continued hiking off into the distance, and turned around and waved at me before he was out of sight. I'm not certain, but I'm pretty sure I saw a distinct bulge in his pants.