" the mysterious voice called out into the darkness.No longer an enigma. It was Charles, whoever that was. Now that Ithought of it... it did sound vag...ely familiar. Yet this was gettingtoo weird, to real. I tired to set the phone down again with the sameresult. Something small within me wanted to hear more. By now I couldfeel an entire new piece of clothing forming out of nothing at allbeneath the skintight confines of my T-shirt. I was, well, there'sreally no other way to say this, growing a. He fell over,’ he replied earnestly. ‘I tried to catch him, but I couldn’t.’ ‘You fucking little asshole!’ Ron screamed. He lurched toward Tommy but found himself pressed against a parked car, in the strong grip of the officers, with his arms bent up into the middle of his back. ‘That does it!’ the bigger of the policemen said. ‘You’re gonna spend the night in the tank!’ The officers put handcuffs on Ron, dragged him to the police car, and shoved him in the back seat. Ron kept yelling threats. You were sent back to rear D if you were getting out, broken, or a problem. The detachment’s mission is to maintain the company and battalion areas for when the units return, thus it’s basically a bitch work, chain gang unit that always gets the shit end of every deal. Did I mention how completely fucking over military life I was by this point? So when they said we could take a couple days during April, everyone was suddenly going crazy, talking and planning for spring break trips. All the guys. So, I went round and went upstairs with her and looked at the bedroom. It had been papered, but she wanted it just painted. I explained what was required, and the stuff she needed. I also offered her the use of my decorating tools, which she accepted.Later that day, Tracey knocked on the door, and explained that she was having a problem in getting the paper off the walls. I went round with her, and started to show her what to do. She offered me a coffee, and I carried on taking the paper.