Not many of his friends would ever return from the war. The reception was a dinner in the hotel dining room with their parents, best man and maid of h...nor.There was no bellman. They each carried their own suitcase up the two flights of stairs. George unlocked the door and they entered the suite. They set down their luggage and he closed the door. Since the time that their wedding dinner had ended until this moment, no word had passed between them. They embraced, shared a kiss. It was gentle and. Recently, it hadn't seemedhalf as important as looking pretty.Frankie sat in front of his dressing mirror, brushing his hair. Soon,school would be over and he could get a perm and have his hair colored. Hewas thinking about a lot of blonde highlights since they would be spendinga lot of time at Helen's family cottage in the Hamptons and summer meantblonde.He was wearing a pale blue lace bikini and bra set that was covered in anintricate lace pattern with tiny drawer strings on the hips and. But having bathed and comforted her during her convalescence, I knew every inch of her body and had, even then, recognized her incredible, heretofore unrecognized, beauty.Taller than her sister by two inches, at 5'8", she had become a woman while no one was looking. Under those smelly sweat shirts and dirty jeans I found a ripe, lush woman and was determined she'd find a man and lover for her life.Often in the mornings I'd watch her wake, hoping to catch the old Dani for those few seconds. I decided to make a quick trip to the men’s room before waiting in line in the food court. The men’s room by the food court was a pay toilet. In order to get into the men’s room, you had to insert a dime into the door and turn the handle to get in. I did not have any change so I thought I would wait for someone to come out so I can get into the restroom. In less than a minute, an older gentleman exited the men’s room and I was able to dart in before the door closed. There were three.