The damned couch groaned again like some monster from a bad sci-fi movie. He looked at the door. Maybe he should just leave. Maybe he should just shou... out that he had forgotten another appointment or that an emergency had come up? But he was a coward. He had learned even before the Marines that fear was a feeling everyone had…the difference was whether you ran from it or did what needed to be done inn spite of it. He always choose the latter. But each step down that hallway seemed as hard as. I knew he cared about me and that gave me strength. After 2 months, he rang me at mid night. We separated 8 times in the year but none lasted more than a week. Seven days was the most we could try! But this time we had done slightly better – 2 months but back again! I was returning back home from a wedding. To attend all ceremonies, my parents stayed overnight at the wedding site. We spoke for about 20 minutes on call before I told him I was alone.“Shall I come?” he said, promptly.I was quiet. She was engrossed in her book so I looked around at the view in front of us. The balcony had a brick partition to each side separating us from the neighboring balconies and a four-foot wall in front. We were on the top floor of the hotel and the view looked out on to parched ground and mountains billowing up before us like storm clouds. The heat shimmered on the ground like an old cine movie. Nothing moved. It was too hot!Just then, I heard a door sliding open on the balcony next to ours. I had. She was a bitch, a panting, yowling bitch under Pardner's trained tongue. She writhed her body against the bed, her fists pounding the mattress, the backs of her naked legs flailing wildly against the sheets. Again and again she breathed the dog's name, stretching out her hands, curling her fingers in his warm, fuzzy coat while hunching up into his snout."Ohhh..."All the way. She was going to go all the way! To hell with morality. Moving one hand down, Barbara was about to shove her panties off.