.." Krystie says, staring at me with disbelief. "You- you'rekidding, surely?" I wish I was," I sigh. "It was a moment of weakness, just pureimpulse...... Was it with anyone I know?" Krystie asks, making me seize with anxiety."Umm, I don't think so," I say. "It was just a guy I met and REALLYliked, one thing led to another..." Wow, and here I was thinking looking alike was the only thing you hadin common with Charlotte," Krystie says, earning a stern gaze from me."I'm sorry, but- ugh, guess I have. .I was four when my mother decided to dress me up as a fairy princess orsomething for Halloween, and she had me wear blush and lipgloss as well.With my long hair, I didn't look any different from any other girl, but atthe time, this didn't bother me because I only cared about trick-or-treating and didn't care about the costume so much. In fact, I never caredabout the costumes in general, never saying 'I want to be a superhero!',or 'I wanna be Barbie!', nothing like that. Actually, after the age. Three days later I had a visitor Colonel Brice who under normal circumstances would have been my boss, Head of the Abwehr in Cologne. He stormed in to my office I stood and saluted. He demanded who are you and what are you doing. I told him I was LT Colonel Oskar Stiener and handed him my orders. I nodded to my staff, out and to close the door. When Colonel Brice saw the signature on the last page of my orders he seemed to calm down. With a little help from the girls back home. I explained. S we watched the embers of the fire die, Shannon and I grew quiet. Neither of us knew how to broach the subject of what we agreed would happen this weekend. The other adults had already gone to their tents for the night. This was the first time Shannon and I had were all alone since we became more than casual acquaintances. Well well alone if you didn’t count the 12 other adults and the 35 scouts we were camping with at the local scout camp for the weekend.8========D