What if he blew it? What if she didn't care for his looks? What if he had bad breath? What if he suddenly broke out in zits? What if he couldn't get i... up? What if... ?The plane slowly taxied up to the gate. It was taking forever. He clutched the pitiful little bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. They were starting to look as wilted as he felt.He glanced around the arrival lounge. There must be thousands of people here waiting for friends and relatives and loved ones. Half the friggin city must. I watched her little ass as we slit ways into the Misses section. As I stood in front of the selection of prepackaged panties hanging on the wall I quickly started imagining her in a pair of the cotton thongs hanging to my left but I thought it would be too obvious if I brought a pack of those back with me so I grabbed two packs of her normal cotton panties and made my way back to her. As I held them up and asked her if they were ok I sensed disappointment on her face. She quickly reminded me. The general had hosted a small group of us for a holiday dinner that day, but otherwise it was just like any other day on the front. I finally got a chance to return to Paris in late February for a little furlough time. I needed it. I had been working sometimes as many as 16 to 18 hours a day, seven days a week for nearly three months, and I was exhausted. Madeleine met me with some interesting information. With Greta in place and her health improving, she had decided she wanted to answer a. "Both Sally and Penny were the curious ones when Ed and Cindy returned to resume the interrupted meal. Cindy sat with her head down as she finished her own. Ed finished first and left to do some paperwork. Penny said. "What did Ed say to you?" He said what he and Aunt Sally did was none of my business. He said it in a way, just like he always does, that let me know what he meant. My face got red when he gave me an example. He is just so nice and I am going to miss him so when we move." Tears.