"I'm forth generation Army. Somehow, none of my family has ever managed to serve during peace time. My family has fought in World War II, Vietnam, and...Desert Storm. I'll probably get sent to Afghanistan."Dave nodded his head understanding that there were families with long histories of military service. "I wish you luck." Do you have any advice?"Dave thought about it for a moment. He answered, "Trust no one except for your fellow soldiers." That's the same advice my Granddad gave me. He served. Then enuruthan nu ava pundai la sunny ya vida try panuna.Ammj avan kita plz same time la 2 sunny ya pundai la vitadikanu kenjina.Bt avan athalam kandukave ila.Avanum amma oda pundai la sunny vidu okka arambicha.Amma oda pundai ya ore neradula 2 sunny othukidu erudhuche.Amma sugadula um vali laum munaga arambicha.Appa enuruthan amma oda mel pakkam yari padothan.Amma ku appa tha purichadu avan avaloda soothula okka poran nu.Bt amma yathum avan kita solla la.Vendam nu sonnalum avan vida matan nu. Then we argued a bit about where to do the work, but I insisted that we do it in a barn at my place as there'd be more time for me to work on it, not to mention there were two cars to deal with. The next day, he had a wrecker bring both out to the farm and my dad was a little upset when he saw what I meant to do..."Pete, if you're gonna work on cars, you're going to have to cut down your social life some. You still have chores here, and schoolwork, remember?" I knew that, of course, but hadnt. Then he walked toward the bed. Meg stood, slowly unbuttoned Mark's shirt, she pulled it open and ran the flat of her tongue up and across each of his nipples. She felt him shudder, felt the involuntary movement of him towards her. Oh, she thought, this was so very different. She felt his hands on the front of the thin blouse, scrabbling slightly to release the buttons. God she thought, she was so nervous, all the worries about a stranger intruded on her thoughts. Would she even want to, and if.