‘I’m married, you little hussy. Yeah, Thursday night. After that you’re doin’ all the little PM shit to my cars ’til I PCS.’ ‘Yes, Sarn�...�t.’ Changing oil and doing tuneups until he did a permanent change of station. Ugh. The 205 was worth it. I hoped. Mendez abruptly snapped to attention. A moment later I heard footsteps on the uncarpeted steps leading to the dank storage room I optimistically called my office. I leaped to my feet and snapped to attention as well. ‘As you were,’ the officer. ”“Seriously?” Dori’s head swung to Dave and then to his crotch.Dave shrugged and teased. “That was in college. I think I’ve grown a little since then, but haven’t measured it in years.”Dori sidled over to Dave and sat awkwardly in his lap, “You and I will have to have some serious and intimate encounters as part of your loosening up program.” She looked at Alice, “I could even do a threesome. That’d be a gas. I do go both ways.”Alice set her cereal dish in the sink. She pulled Dori up from her. ‘Don’t!’ He was trapped, here at the edge of the boat. He thought of Mariko. Mariko was his wife, the mother of his unborn child, the center of everything. He had met her five years prior on a trip to visit family, and after many long journeys back had finally convinced her to come to America with him. She was full Japanese, where his father was white. She was beautiful. What would become of her, of their unborn child, if he died here? ‘Mike, Please,’ he whispered. Then a fist slammed into. " So she's just a friend?" I asked.Donna's face got a little pink and she said, "For now."I shifted my weight on the couch and took a sip of coffee. Connie did the same, frowning. Donna had seen us kissing and sharing an intimate touch or two in the kitchen. We didn't know where to draw the line between showing our love for each other and influencing their minds. Donna's previous experience with Marcia entered my mind, and I sighed. Parenthood was so damn difficult; why wasn't there an owner's.