It was the very same thing I had told her after I'd first eaten her out a year ago. The fact that she remembered that moment almost a year later spoke...volumes about the kind of person she was. I kissed her again passionately. Then I supported her under her shoulders and helped her twist her entire body onto the bed so she could relax. Once she was positioned on the bed she smiled up at me and asked demurely, "What next, master?" I'll tell you what next," I replied. "Now you're going to lay. " Much obliged, Henry. I could use a drink! I'm here ta ask what ya know 'bout them soldiers living in the hotel. It strikes me as strange that the gov'ment would pay fer that kind of expense. Who do ya invoice fer the bill?" That's the strange part. I don't send no invoice ta nobody. Lt. Anderson pays cash, in advance, every week fer room and board fer 'im an' the troops. They eat in the hotel restaurant, so there ain't no problem, there. Now that ya mention it, it is strange. I ain't never. The friendly competition relaxed all three men as we got to know each other better.When the ladies entered the room I was surprised by the modesty of their outfits. I had been expecting something outrageous, but Melanie was wearing a deep burgundy, long-sleeved, Jersey-wool sheath dress, which, while it hugged her every curve, came to just above her knees, with a wide silver zipper running from her crotch to just below her chin. Sue was equally demurely clad in a black cotton, shirt-waister. Cheesy I know, but both worked downtown and never wanted to show her the sites. I took her to see the monuments one night when they are lit, and it was cold, but worth it. Another day we went to the Smithsonian Art Museum, then Air and Space right across the mall. Soon enough her two weeks was over her sister was getting back and she would be going to start her last semester of college. We said our goodbyes. That night we got hit with the blizzard of 1996. You can look it up, it really.