He had watched the ruins of buildings being rebuilt, almost in an unseemly haste, as if to purge the lingering scars of destruction from sight and the...efore, from memory. Mental scars could not be rebuilt or expunged from the mind so easily. Time was to be the only healer and that, not very successful in its efforts.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall in a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each with his own. I started looking for the rest rooms and asked a couple of folks where the restrooms were. I kept getting generally poor vague directions. And as I began to feel more desperate to empty my bladder I finally discovered some rest rooms toward the back of the building and waited in line until I got to a urinal. By then the relief was utterly fantastic. Feeling rejuvenated upon leaving the restroom I was more determined to find the girls. I noticed a couple of darkened hallways with people. Whenever the three of us worked together, she gave the orders and organized us.Then Fang stood up, and raised his muzzle to the sky and gave out one of his classic howls. This got the attention of everybody. Then Dire Wolf started to speak to the crowd.“Look everybody, we are not here to stop your protest. Right before Bohica here arrived, I got permission from the Mayor for you to have your march from here to Founder’s Park. We are going to be along with you for the entire march, and nobody. Much better.It was meeting time. I reapplied my lip gloss (as I was instructedearlier) and took a deep breath. I was scared to death but also veryexcited.I descended the stairs and found Alex and Becky already on the couch,busy chatting and looking at magazines. Alex was in a very bright pinkcami and short set that did little to hide her very full firm breasts.Her legs were heavenly. Golden, toned, long and smooth. Becky was inpurple, a little more conservative, but also hard to ignore her.