I opened it carefully and read:My Dear Lucy,If you are reading this, I will not be coming back home. My sister had instructions to mail it if she was ...nformed I was killed in combat.I can never forget the time I stayed at your home. I can never forget you. The memories have warmed many a lonely night at a forward airbase.There is something I could never say in person, mostly because you were married to a fine man who helped build the planes that I flew.I was deeply in love with you. I hoped you. The tension gradually diminished. Belinda accepted her fate and bravely moved down the uneven road of life. She graduated in graphic design, got a job in an advertising agency and moved to live independently. Her parents were proud of her, and not without reason. Her colleagues liked her for she was good-natured, imaginative and could do miracles with Photoshop but felt awkward in her presence. She was different. She could not hike the mountains. She could not venture going to the seaside and. Can I really do this? She exhaled noisily, blowing out her cheeks. Course you can; you know you want to do it. Stop messing. Tenuous debate swiftly concluded, Kate undid the button on her skirt’s waistband and lowered the zip. She wiggled and let the garment slither down her tanned shapely legs to her feet. When she stepped out of the skirt, the crease of rounded cheeks and black panties peeped teasingly below the hem of her blouse. Kate slowly turned around, fingers at her buttons.She gazed. The Army was, frankly, a wreck and enlistments were so low that even with my lousy grades I met the standards, except for one little fact. The Army wasn’t taking single parents.I sat down with my parents, my ex-husband, my sister and the recruiter. Stu was terrified of taking Jeremy. In his defense, I will point out that he had no family support available. His parents were divorced. His mother had moved away and his dad’s only interests were drinking beer and hunting deer, in season or out. Stu.