“My name is Ramage, David Ramage, and this is my wife Susan,” he said as way of introduction.“I’m Paul Van Smit, and this is my son Willie,”...he said. “I was told you were a Colonel,” Van Smit added.David smiled, “Colonel retired, from the Khana Rifles of his Majesty Prince Hazid Ibram Khan of Kanda. Not the British Army, Mr Van Smit.”Van Smit’s expression relaxed a little at this information. “My son and I are trying to start a new home in the German protectorate. I lost my wife and three. The sun was bright so I fished a pair of JohnLennon sunglasses out of my purse to hide behind. Iwanted to touch everyone I saw. Well-kept wives of wealthy husbands looked beautifulwith their shopping bags, their jewels and blond hairsparkling in the sun. Beads of sweat glowed on theforeheads of pinstriped businessmen. Rangy youths onskateboards, their oversized T-shirts flapping aroundthem, zagged rudely by, brushing everyone with brazenteenage pheromones. Hidden behind my sunglasses I was free. ” He said, “You must have been quite a kid!”When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me, and a special room for Sex. He said that every room in the place was for sex. I said, “You don’t understand, Sex keeps me awake at night.” The clerk said, “Me too.”One day I entered Sex in a contest but before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just standing there looking. After moment I can able to watch that she was restless and walking around like a lonely tigress. She went in to her bedroom and sat the bed without any motion with her face shows me that she needs a stud service on top priority. I took the courage and entered into the room, asking her is everything is OK, since she left the kitchen without switching off the stove. She began to cry louder & said nothing wrong just some head ache, I came and sat near her laying my hand in her shoulder. The need.