My pants were still noticeably tented, but had died down some. I breathed a sigh of relief and reached for an emergency cigarette in the glove compart...ent. Sharply inhaled smoke, slight lightheadedness, and Moira’s offer overtook me. Was she the first? ‘Don’t waste it on her. Trust me, Mike.’ came to me from the back seat. I choked a bit on smoke, garnering a laugh from the goddess. ‘She’s a whore without a fuck buddy, Mike. She was already considering it, since she hadn’t screwed you yet and. . but I'll be nineteen in a couple of weeks."Good grief Nancy thought, eighteen years old and dodging bullets for his country. Her mind wandered back to the 60's song, 'Where have all the Flowers Gone' and more specifically to the refrain about where had all the soldiers gone, and she thought the answer was 'dead and buried every one.' What was this world coming too anyway? Just then the sky around them was lit up by a huge explosion which was closely followed by a thunderous bang. Their HumVee. It was really beautiful, everything worked on it as nicely even more exciting. It seemed he could get every man he wanted. Of course, in the beginning I was very angry, terribly offended and humiliated. I was just telling what could be mad. However, her reaction to all my insults was contrary to my imagination. Always smiling and very comfortable, even if I could say friendly to me, John soon got my sympathy and affection. So we eventually became the best friends and later passionate. You’re used to professionals.”“Lil, listen to me.” I sat her on the edge of the bed and put my arm around her. “There is no such thing as getting used to professionals. Yes, there were women available and when Joe and I came in out of the field, we used them. That’s all it was. We used them to release the pressure that had built up after we’d been on an assignment. I knew nothing of love until I met you.”“Kiss me. Kiss me like you did on the el when you were released after the mugging.”“That.