I asked her if she was getting married.She replied that marriage is for women who have nothing to do in life. I asked her what she meant by that. She ...sked me, “Do you think I am beautiful”. I was taken aback, she was a lady of sharp features but was dark. “You are dear Sugantha, but then whats the point”.“I am searching for a man who loves me the way I am”, she replied. In a great measure of humor I told her that I loved her. “You men you only think of women on the bed”, she said in an. I know it's wrong, but it was nice." There she was standing at my door with these tight jeans showing off her waist and I couldn't resist. I pulled her in softly, placed my hand on her back and my other on her face and I kissed her lips softly. We looked at each other. I kissed her again and I kissed her strongly. We moved our lips in sync. Her tongue soon creeper in my mouth and found my tongue. I felt her hands running all over my body as she kissed me. I stopped and said to her. " I understand that but I know how much you like football and I wouldhate to see you miss the whole season for a few days of dressing like agirl." Its not just a few days. It's an entire week and I'm not wearingstupid dresses for a week no matter what." Mom never said you had to wear dresses. She said you had to dress likea girl and I won't be wearing dresses all week. I'm bringing someshorts, Capri pants and a few skirts and maybe one or two dresses. Ican try to pick out some things for you. So get on with it.We regrouped as a section — we'd got rearguard point, natch, so were going to be last to pull out — and sat in a pretty fucked up trench and listened to some franker speaking from the sarge. Who didn't even attempt to pretend that we weren't completely fucked — we all knew just how much we'd done to endear ourselves to the natives, knew that the recent set of 'tactical setbacks' — neck-deep-in-blood-SNAFU's as we'd experienced them — had left the buggers as well armed — and.