I still think about Susan every day but I’ve moved on and she has too I guess. I haven’t heard anything about her looking for me so I guess the in...atuation wore off. I still try to keep up with some of her activities in the Society section of the paper. I even found that a few of these humiliated wives, now divorced from cheating husbands took a shine to me. No love, just companionship and great sex. I had changed my appearance for the job. I grew a beard, let my hair grow and stayed in shape.. I saw her there, felt interesting on that moment itself but didn’t think that it would go this far. I starting taking her seriously, so I took decision to propose her on one fine day. I was looking for that day and it came on September 5th. As it is teacher’s day ,we all had chance to work together and got to know each other well. I took step to propose her after the event and I successfully did it. She was shocked to hear that from me and said she needs time to think of it as she never saw me. Could it be love, in such a short moment? I don't know, I only know that I felt things that I cannot explain, and do not wish to explain. I had not felt them since I lost my Aziza nearly three years before.I held you close to me, talking softly in my own language, even though I knew you could not understand what I was telling you. Perhaps it is just as well. I held you while your orgasm subsided into a post-orgasmic glow, which faded slowly, making you aware of my continued state of arousal.You. Hers was Julia.After we finished our meal and I got myself a pipe to suck on, we did talk a bit. Her husband had been a farmer and a part-time preacher and school teacher who had joined up after the British left Boston. She had come along with him since they had no children and were tenant farming, living in a rented house I suppose. She said she had enjoyed the army life for a few months but found the recent retreat frightening and the sad treatment of wounded men just awful. She said she had.