When the microwave went ding, he presented her with a steaming plate of spaghetti Bolognese and kept topping her glass up with the wine. Ravenous from...her two days of being virtually deprived of food; Sandra tucked in rapidly fearing that Tom may be trying to torment her further by suddenly snatching away her food or possibly making her perform some obscene act to earn this precious meal. Nothing was further from Tom's mind as he saw this as a dinner date and he tried his best to pass pleasant. “Maybe in public you better stick to Lieutenant, Corporal.”She nodded.“Lieutenant? I’ve got some things I’d like to talk about. Can you we go somewhere private?”I felt the weight of The Ages.“I have a single occupancy. Let’s go there.”As we entered, I saw the other bunk, Sparky’s bunk, empty. It accused me with its perfectly aligned sheets and cover.Cindy and I undressed and climbed under the sheets of my bunk. She pulled me to her, cradling my head on her shoulder.“It’s your first contact with. Her face would “change.” Something about her made me start to wonder. Is this woman for real? Both of them, like all the others who worked at the church, were quiet and conservative acting. They did what they were told to do, never questioning, and never going outside the lines of the assigned duties they were given. All these ladies, and most of them were well over 60 years old, did as requested, but with Sarah and Catherine something was totally different. They were a lot younger. When I say. I thought you will take time for talking to him.Me: o.k. I am sorry for that.He cooled down. He realized what spoke a moment before. But he was happy her wife was back to the pavilion. There was silence between them for sometime. Then she suddenly said breaking the silence.Shobha: I am afraidMe: why?Shobha: I am worried about his future. I have seen parents’ working day and night for giving good life to their c***dren. But here we are spoiling our own c***d. That is killing me.Me: no, I spoke.