My Sis, shaking her head and smiling, let me. I dropped a spoon and bent over to give him a nice look at my backside. My Sis said he nudged his pal an... repeated what he said before, adding, “and I bet that’s a fresh slice of pie!” to his private side-comment.I was flustered more than I thought I could be from a little side fantasy as the two men stood and spoke before the older man walked one way and the apple of my eye went into a nearby sports store. My Sis wanted to walk back to the hotel,. “Good... Good morning...” Mitch stammered as he shuffled into the room. He was fully dressed with a kit bag in his hand but looked exhausted, his hair tousled and his clothes dishevelled. Moreover, he was looking at me with a worried, almost fearful expression on his face; the kind of expression you might well bear when meeting in person a man whose wife you had fucked and inseminated only hours before. “Good morning,” I replied, “did you sleep well?” “Yes… Um... OK, thanks... um... sorry I...”. I hoped you could tell. No other woman attracted me after I flew my new plane away from you.Goodbye my love,Captain Bill Morrisey, USAAFMom watched as I read this letter, then began her tale, "His plane disappeared on a combat mission in the Pacific somewhere. It has never been found. There is more to this story that you need to hear before I can no longer tell it."We were living in Dallas during World War 2 near the plant where P51 Mustangs were built. Dad was a young manufacturing engineer. Marie took a moment to look around in the room as Bob went back into the preparation room to grab her license. Different hooks, cuffs and hoses adorned the walls of the room. Marie thought to herself that this room looked much less menacing from the other side of the meat counter. The butcher block had several hoses and cuffs attached to its sides. She was surprised to find the block was not solid but actually had a split through part of the top. Marie thought to herself she would have to ask.