" You mean you live here," Jenny asked."Yeah, why?" We live just on the other side of that trail through the woods. We must be only 3 minutes away." H...y Donna, Are you busy tomorrow" I asked."No, why?" How about you and Sarah come and join us for lunch." Sounds good. Where is your house?" You know that trail that Jenny spoke of right?" Yeah." We are first house on the other side." Ok. I'll see you tomorrow then." Great. See you tomorrow Sarah." By Mark."Jenny, Erin and I finished our journey. Frank only worked week days unless the Colonel he was staff officer to went on maneouvres which happened occasionally. Sarah claimed he Didn,t try it on with her and wondered if he was “queer”. No one called homosexuals gays in 1970s after all. She said she and Debs had gone off at the time being as she was back in Steve,s good books and loving it. We,d been in the apartment five months when one evening as I turned up for duty my flight sergeant met me. “ Captain Johnson has to see his lawyer. We got to Guy’s place. I drove up his driveway and turned off the van. I turned to look at them. Carole was looking down as Guy played with her tit. I reached over and ran my hand over the back of her head. “Come on, let’s go inside,” I said. Carole looked up into Guy’s eyes and then leaned in and kissed him. “Come on,” I repeated.I got out of the van. Guy got out the other side and opened the back door of the van for Carole. To Guy’s surprise, but not to mine, Carole got out of the van without. “That’s ... up to Xavier, of course, but yes, that’s my understanding of it,” I agreed calmly, feeling a little better in spite of the weakness from blood loss... A good blood transfusion worked wonders there. Luckily for me, Stacy and I shared blood types (and no, I won’t tell you which one). A nice, hearty bowl of clam chowder helped as well. The New England kind. The Manhattan variety is okay, but it’s really a stew instead of a proper chowder in my book. A real chowder should always be.