There wasn’t much room for two to comfortably share his bunk. His bunk was small, as small as was his apartment and as was his need for comfort and ...hings that were comfortable. Spending too many years riding in a bone rattling and tooth jarring Humvee, living in a tent, or sleeping on the ground, to him his bunk was all the comfort that he needed, that is, until he met Susan, invited her to share his bunk, and now had her in his life. ‘We’re going to need a bigger bed,’ she said with a laugh. Otherwise I'dlook like, oh, John F. Kennedy, Junior, instead of an overgrown BeaverCleaver." One of the agency women suppressed a laugh;. with his jug ears,pudgy body and awkward manner, he did seem like an overgrown Beaver.Throw in a pair of coke-bottle-bottom glasses and you had the picture ofAmerica's favorite techno-nerd."Why do I want a child? Because I've finally realized that the world isbigger than me, bigger than my company, bigger than all the things I canacquire. I can't promise to. Mike Harrington looked at Al for a moment and then asked, “What do you know of these people he wants us to promote?”“I’ve been having Karen do the installations and Mike training the other managers on how to use them. They are both good hard workers,” answered Al.“What position does Mike have?”“He’s my assistant manager,” answered Jerry.“You’ve had an assistant manager training managers on how to run their stores?” asked Mike looking at Al with a raised eyebrow.“He’s familiar with the software,. Debbi kept my hand in hers. "Kim, this has been a dream come true. You are fantastic, and you drive me crazy. Since my divorce, I have not wanted to be with another woman, but you make me shake inside. Will you come home with me? I want to make slow, tender love with you." I looked deeply into her beautiful, dark eyes, "Yes, I will." Her face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas. She gave me a big kiss and started the car. We roared off into the night, with me trying to pull my shorts back up and.