Sickeningly sweet, the scent of blood red rose petals covered the grounds as far as the eye could see. Far off into the distance there was a body, tha... of a young man, laying in the pillowy cushion of slowly dying memories. Bare feet treaded over the silk of each petal, making her way over to her lover, soul mate, enemy, worst night mare… Bending over him she didn’t weep, but gingerly cradled his sleeping face in both hands, straddling his slumbering form. Hovering over him, tresses of dark. I went back to the boys, only to see them in practice, I was a few minutes late. Brad had me go through a few sets. But it was worth it.School's over. Kids were running everywhere. Being greeted by almost everyone, I accidentally knocked down some one. "Sorry, sorry. I'm sooooo sorry!" I kept apologizing. This familiar voice insisted she was okay. "Annabelle." "Call me Anna." "Anna... I'm sorry." "You don't have to keep apologizing. You're Mr. Popular all over campus, every one wants to be your. Two men -- call them John and Jack -- took over the action, standing close to me, at angles so everyone else was blocked. They were big guys, no one dared to object when they made me their exclusive property. I liked how they handled themselves, and me. I encouraged them, laughing too much at their funny lines, tossing my long blond hair, leaning over to show even more cleavage, crossing and uncrossing my legs, whatever ... I ordered another drink, thinking I might need it. We chatted about. David Lee looked as ragged and rough as the day he was carried from the mountains of Afghanistan. Parts of him both physically and mentally were still there. His left leg had been shot off below the knee by a sniper, his right blown off while being evacuated. David always had a distant look in his eyes at least until he was well self-medicated and then the remnants of the man before military service surfaced. The temperature was ninety six degrees at eight thirty in the evening, the sun was.