I have a close knit friend circle of some 7-8 guys who all are very happy living souls just like me.It all started when one of my best friends decided...to walk down the aisle.Since it was first such occasion in my friend circle so as expected everyone including me, the groom and others were extremely excited and enthu about this ceremony.I put my best foot forward and did lot of shopping to look the best on my friend’s Roka ceremony I saw this girl, Rashmi, for the first time.Although we didn’t. One day I called her and said I want to spend sometime with her uninterrupted, "she knows that means, strong,sweaty sex." Because she works in an upscale part of town, most of the hotels are very costly, but that doesn't matter because I usually chose the same one each time, we go in the side door and we can get on the elevator right next to the room. Well one day I could tell my asian flower needed her garden watered, she doesn't like to come right out and tell me this because she is married. I looked back down at the bio and photo, pondering how this man had wandered back into my life like this. It was a good photo, too, showing a handsome man, tall, and slim, with a full head of ‘executive hair’ and bright white teeth.It was my old friend, Brigadier General Anthony Hawkins!I never used his full name in 1981, when I met the man, although I knew it. I was a Captain, and he was a Brigadier General. His first name was ‘General’, and I needed to toss a lot of ‘Sir’s in as well. When. ”I shook my head, “Whatever happens, just remember I love you.”Liz rolled her eyes and didn’t say anything in response. There really wasn’t anything further I could say to her, and after a couple of minutes of silence, she got up and left. I seriously considered telling my parents, but I wasn’t sure what that would accomplish, except to further alienate Liz. I wondered how much trouble Paul Reynolds would be in if it was discovered he was communicating with the girl on whose account he was in.