This was one of those days. Looking out of my apartment window, I laid eyes on an almost god like physique, shirtless with sweat rippling down his dar..., stone like, abs.Im sure he couldn’t see me but if he had, all he would see would be me clutching my stomach, trying to control the butterflies now fluttering inside me.He was atop the scaffolding across the street, clearing debris away from the windows, dirt covering his chest as he lifted brick after broken brick. Now this was the builder I. ”“What about Dad?”“What about him? I know he’s having his own fun at Borden. Why can’t I have my fun here too?”“You like him, don’t you.”“Like whom?” she tried not to smile.“You know perfectly well who, Mr. Hayward and I’d say it’s more like you’re in love with him.”“Whatever gave you that impression?” she asked, attempting to hide her smirk.“Because of the way you’re acting now and the way you are around him.”“He’s happily married. We’re just good friends,”“Haa, good friends, my ass! Mom, I. It took me forever to untangle the petticoats and getmyself seated. But I finally felt relief. Luckily, there wasno one left when I exited, as I would have had no idea how tobehave as I washed my hands. I suppose I would have had tofix my makeup as well, and I had no idea how.By midnight I was fairly well gone, and so was Martha. Buton the stroke of 12, there was a loud fanfare, and a screechfrom the speakers. The contest was about to begin. There weresome really good costumes, and the. It was a hot July day, but I still can’t believe we got ordered to do this. Suppose to march in a parade in full battle gear, hell I was confused when they said to have live ammo. I am squad leader of a small USMC special forces, even though we haven’t had any really hard missions yet, my squad was slightly pissed when I broke the news to them. But either way orders are orders. So we got get to our positions, but when were setting up are team sniper walks up, (John Peterson is his name, deadly.