".Rod stood looking down at her. His face was older, harder, thinner. Also, he seemed taller. "Hi." You've lost weight," she said."So have you." And, ...or the first time, he smiled, crow's feet appearing at the corners of his eyes."Welcome home, Rod." Good to be home, darling." Are you all right?" Of course I am," he scoffed. "How about yourself?"I'm fine now that you're here." Same here." He stepped forward to take her in his arms."Rod?" And her hand shot up, stopping him."What?" he asked,. I noticed Steve was wearing apair of swimsuit trunks that were a little large and Icould easily see his erection through it.It seemed that there were a LOT of trucks on the roadthat day, but it’s probably my imagination. Anyway,about 10 miles out my husband said, “Okay Paula, youlittle cunt. I think you should show Steve yourappreciation for being seen with a slut like you inpublic.”God, I was WET as I pulled his shorts down. Steve’scock was nicer than I had thought; my. Painting my toe nails was bad but it wouldcome off, it just meant I couldn't go bare foot for a while. Having mybelly button pierced was a bit more permanent, but I would be able totake it out and let it heal. The tattoo was something else, but Ireasoned that I could at least let my pubic hair grow over it once I wasfree from this mess. But finally the eyebrows. Although they would growback, people at work were bound to notice.I wondered if I could go through with it and thought about. At sixty-five, Derrick retired and sold the business making him a very rich man. He thought about returning to Berlin in one more attempt to find Erika. His health was declining making it impossible to travel. At eighty, his wife, Anita, had died and Derrick found himself alone in a Florida assistant living home.On a bright April day, he received a letter from Germany. It was addressed to Private Seiger, US Army. It was a short message. The letter was from a woman who would be visiting Florida.