"She killed the man, right?"There was a nod or two."So what's the problem here? I just don't get it."Helen was sitting across the table from Jane. She...leaned forward. "Are you comfortable with sending Lacey Fetterman to prison for the rest of her life for killing her rapist?"Jane looked uncomfortable. "That's not the point," she said."It most certainly IS the point," said Helen. "If we find her guilty, that's what's going to happen, plain and simple." No it's not," said Waldo suddenly. "She can. Little did I know that what was to transpire would never be appearing on the tourist information board.As I looked I felt someone's eyes burning into me so I tilted my head and saw a man several feet in front of me dressed smartly in a suit staring at me with a huge smile on his face. I thought to myself I don't know him there must be someone behind me who he is waiting for so I turned round but there was no one else there. I looked back to him and noticed he hadn't moved, he was still looking. Sarah was surprised by the Matrons agreement but decided not to hold back. "Best to roll your skirt up and take your knickers off then Matron."Matron knew she shouldn't but could not stop herself standing up and unzipping her skirt pushing it down towards the floor. She took her tights off straight afterwards catching her knickers on the way and seconds later Matron was naked below her waist and had sat back down on her chair.Sarah shifted her position and was soon kneeling between Matrons. I thought that I would never see you again and Italy was a wartime fling." "No, I always keep my promise. Would still marry me?" I asked. Darla replied, "Yes and No. Yes, I want to marry you but, I cannot. My family has me trapped here and could not move to Arizona with you. I am so sorry." Darla broke down and began to cry. She knew things were not working out as we had planned in Italy. We can see each other going our separate ways. "Well. Darla, I am taking my GI Bill and going to Arizona.