"This war has taken one of my sons; you'll not take the other!"Wainder pushed her back with his carbine, firmly but not harshly. He looks more annoyed...than angry, thought Seth. I ought to do something. He felt his heart thumping. Something stuck in his throat. Southern soldiers aren't suppose to act like this. They're the gallant ones with the feathers in their hats who dance with the prettiest girls in their fluffy dresses. I've seen the pictures.His mother charged the soldier again, and he. Jenny Alpha was pretty much the physical opposite of our other roadie. Bertha was big, muscly and very much the butch dyke. Jenny Alpha was lithe, toned and had a sweaty kind of femininity that sat well with her penchant for sports gear and trainers. And whereas Bertha always made her presence felt either in bed or in a social setting, you were often not aware that Jenny was even there until, say, she had to pack up the gear or get everything ready for a gig, or, in different circumstances,. She looked at his body wrapped in that Armani suit, his strong hands and his handsome, rugged face. He was a good looking man and she had thought Becky was very lucky to have landed him. Later that night just as Becky and Todd were getting ready for bed, the phone rang. "Hello?" Becky said. "Hi Becky it's me... we'll talk about this tomorrow when I come over," Donna said, and then the phone went click. Becky had a glimmer of hope and she slept better that night because of it. Becky woke up sore. "I think I've got just the thing. I'll be right back."He returned two minutes later with a colourful garment, encased in a plastic wrapper, draped over his arm. "If you'd care to follow me, sir, I'll show you to our fitting room." He turned and gave me an even bigger smile. "It's at the back of the shop and we won't be disturbed."Unlike the usual intimidating cubicles you get bundled into in department stores, the warm and spacious fitting room I was ushered into was furnished like a boudoir..