I reached the shower and was disappointed to find no one in there. I thought about what to do and decided to wait and see who if anyone would enter in...the next thirty minutes. About fifteen minutes later I heard some one walking down the hall, I quickly sprung to action. I went in to the shower room and moved to the farthest shower head and turned it on. I was soaping my self up when I heard the outer door open, slowly I turned towards the entrance and saw this guy come in and get under the. More politics as usual but I was learning to tolerate it and find the good things that happened from it. The people were interesting, the culture different.In the end we all wanted the same things; security, three square meals a day, a better place for our children, a warm bed to share with someone that we loved. We all had different ideas on how to make that happen.It was after midnight when the door closed on Air Force 2 for the flight home. They were to drop me off in Brownsville on Thursday. My map guided me towards the outside where the slower traffic moved, though even on foot I was faster than many travelers. The inside lanes in both directions often rumbled and shook from huge wheeled and tracked vehicles, some seemingly the size of buildings that even the outer lanes had to get out of the way of. Between me and the inner lanes sometimes marched entire armies. Everything from ultra-modern Buck Rogers types to some looking to have come straight out of ancient Rome. Overhead flew. I laid it down on the stove. My fingers laced through hers. My other hand slid from her shoulder back to her waist. My fingers splayed over her stomach. Slowly, I started rocking my hips back and forth, humming in her ear. She sighs, relaxing against me, swaying her hips in time with mine. I draw our joined hands towards her heart, resting them over her breast. Softly, lingeringly, I glide our hands in a circle over the soft swell, making the circles smaller and smaller until we are only.