That seemed to have a calming influence as well.By the time Samantha was a year old, my reserve duty had ended. I was glad. I’d seen increasing corr...ption in the government and that always crept down through the military command structure. In some places in the United States, simply putting on our uniforms marked us as targets for dissidents protesting the Vietnam war. With Nixon ordering the bombing and occupation of Cambodia, it looked like it would never end.My own opinion was that I served. Around 10 pm they started drinking. James was taking whiskey and Sanjana was taking red wine. Sanjana was wearing a light pink salwar suit and James was in casuals.While having drinks James said- Indian women are very beautiful and hot, particularly this dress of yours. What is this dress called?Sanjana said- It is called salwar suit.James said- Nice. Can you just stand up just I want to see fully?Sanjana stood up and James aid please turn back. Sanjana turned back. James removed her dupatta. There's something about the way it mixes with fresh clothes... it's like a natural cologne that draws her in closer, beckons her to inhale his essence . And she goes slow, too, breathing him in, pulling his shirt off. Scent is not enough. She has to taste, too, placing little kisses and teasing licks across his chest. She's wants to savor him, hold on to each kiss and gently nibble along his fragrant, bare warm skin, burrow her nose into the small of his neck until his smell is all she knows.. He's smiling, but it looks familiar. He's thinking of something thatinvolves me, no doubt.It'll probably be okay, I decide, so I return the smile as I walk over,"So, what's up? Why did you ask me to come by now? You don't open until9, right?" Yeah, usually. Got a job this morning, very promising. Could be thebig job I need to get profitable. And, I was, um, wondering, well, uh,hoping actually...." He pauses with a funny look."Wondering and hoping...actually, what?" I'm still thinking a.