She was a lovely girl, with thick, straight, silky brown hair that just brushed the tops of her shoulders, flowing like liquid chocolate, the way the ...legant lines of her dancer's body flowed from one perfect feature to the next, from the full but not-too- heavy, wide-based, cone-shaped breasts, to her tiny, supple waist and hard, flat belly, to her gently-curved, girlish, dancer's hips running into long, perfect, slender legs.Yes, she was a lovely girl, innocent in the way most girls were. Don’t make any plans for the weekend.” “What—” “Just leave it at that for the moment,” she said. “Now, finish settling in, and I’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up for the party,” and with that, she left. The “party” turned out to be a mixer between some of the sororities, but I had a good time. In Jessica’s absence my roommate, Stacy, had arrived, so I did the only cordial thing I could do and invited her along. She and I were both well-received, and upon returning to our dorm were. So, are we square?“Thanks, by the way, for getting me out of prison. Stuck in there, with the guards having fled, died, or been captured, well, it’s no day at the park, I can tell you that! I was about to become the bitch of Rufus Hawkins, and that I wasn’t looking forward to at all. That Canuck jock is meaner than most Americans, I can tell you that. We’re cool, right? Brothers and such?” Hershel reached out his hand, but I refused to shake it.“Not yet, buddy. You putz, you schmuck, you. Just said he didn’t want to remember.”“Interesting. His name?”“Ted Eckersall.”“Edward Eckersall?”“Uh, yes. And Bill, er, William Sharples. There’s another couple o’ guys as well, but I’m not sure what their names are. One might be called Tommy. Or Jimmy. Not sure.”“Were they all in the army?”“I think so, yes. I’m sure they were. I know one of them is married to Ted’s, er, Edward’s sister.”“Which one?”“Not sure.”“And her name?”“Patty. Patricia I guess, but I’ve never heard her called anything.