I reached across the table and placed my hand on hers. I wanted to ask but knew that she would tell me if she wanted. I looked into her face, the ques...ion in my eyes. I saw the first tear run down her cheek. She spoke in halting sentences, punctuated with deep breaths as she fought back her emotions. ‘He got shipped to Iraq. He volunteered to go into the military. He was on patrol out by the airport in Baghdad when the IED went off.’ I squeezed her hand firmly. I knew where this story was. "If sad man Hussein and all those other bloody madmen."Yet another long pull and pulled both her feet up onto the seat."Were to smoke some of this, instead of plotting the end of the world."Another long, long pull and she parted her knees."They'd be more interested in fucking, than killing each other."Leisurely, she caressed the rapidly dampening crotch of her panties, then she took another drag and suddenly her teeth drew back over her teeth and she hissed."But if you don't give me my pressie. He just blinked, not knowing how he should even respond to that when she spoke again. Anywhere in particular? He looked around the room and chuckled just a little. Ive always fantasized about taking some hotties ass while shes bent over a table. As you wish, was all she replied before standing back up and walking over to the table that doubled as a desk in the hotel room. When she arrived, she looked back to him and said, I hope you enjoy. She spread her feet apart about shoulder width as she. Little did I know how much I would have.I walked up to the front door, and was about to knock, when it swung open. "Hi! I'm Rob Carpenter. I used to live next door."A tall, thin, lissome redhead stood before me. She looked a lot like Edith as I remembered her. "I know who you are, Mr. Carpenter. Please come in." I stepped into the house. The inside, like the outside, was awash with memories. Virtually nothing had changed in the fifty years since I had been inside. "I'm Laura, Edith's daughter..