’ ‘Not in such close quarters,’ Pat remarked, apparently about her own experience, nodding with a smirk when we looked at her, and then explaine...: ‘Once at college, there were three couples in corners of the darkened common room.’ We all snickered and passed the bottle around again. Then with a nod towards the tent, Pat snorted and stood up and started to take of her long pants. Trish snorted and did the same, and, of course, Rick and I did, too, a little surprised, but it was the most. So good. That was amazing.”“Maybe one day that can be a reality.” Her words pounded like drums in my heart. Could that really ever happen? She untied me and we lay in bed together. She held me tight and I fell asleep to the blissful thought of getting to enjoy Spitz for real. That night would be full of wonderful dreams.---Another week passed and we both groggily woke up to my cell phone ringing. I grabbed for my phone haphazardly and answered.“Hello?” I must have sounded like I had smoked 100. You might not get another chance if the damn Grubs come bursting through holes again.” Private Augustus Cole and his best friend Corporal Damon Baird, plopped down next to each other before Marcus even finished his sentence.“Shit, you don’t have to tell me twice,” Cole said as he leaned back against the wreckage of what used to be a park fountain.“Ahhh…Cole, You are always looking to take a seat. What ever happened to all that hard-charging Cole-Train stuff you used to talk about?” Baird said. She cooked and barely said a word to me. I decided to hug her again and thank her for cooking.This time I was shirtless. I had on just my basketball shorts. A few seconds into the hug she squeezed me tighter. Again. she let out a msigh with a soft moan.I just thought she was stressed or annoyed.I didn't see much of her the next few days. I saw her before work and that was it. I was always asleep before she made it back home.But one night I caught her coming it. I was a little after 10pm. I was.