Myra felt a twinge of jealousy at the way their gazes locked. But consciousness of what she was to get from Jim swept the momentary resentment away.Wi...hout further discussion, everyone seemed to focus on her. Jim loosened and retied the stockings that held her wrists, giving her considerable slack in her arms. She had thought he was releasing her, and when she realized her mistake she objected."How come?" she demanded. "How come, Jim?"He flushed. "Hate to admit it, but there's something about. Williger broke a wrist diving for cover when a mortar attack hit and ended up in Baghdad getting a cast on it before flying back the next day.The Army called this blooding, and it’s what turned green troops into veterans. That sounded very neat and antiseptic. The reality was the word they used - blooding. We shed a fair bit of blood that spring.Curiously, we also had a chaplain come around a lot. Captain Fariq (“Call me Captain Frank.”) Ramsy was, of all things, a Coptic priest. Copts were. The pure-hearted. church girl redhead looked back at her phone lens, smiling with smugly raised brows. "Now, I'm going to actually eat it."And without further ado she did just that. The pretty girl lifted up her fork, poked into a crop of the brown, reeking pie, and gracefully entered it into her mouth. It was only an audible swallow later when she pronged the fork clean from her lips, and admitted a knowing look to the camera."Mmm," she dramatically husked, "tasty!" Subsequently causing the. We leapt guiltily apart as if scalded. “’Good evening,” the man greeted us in a broad local accent as we sprang apart, hastily adjusting our clothes. “Um… Hi…!” Jake stammered as I cowered behind him, grateful to the darkness for hiding the burning fear and embarrassment on my face. “Wonderful view,” he stammered, obviously just as embarrassed as I was. “There are a lot of wonderful views round here,” the man smiled knowingly. “I hope you two have a nice evening.” The double meaning was.