"It's ok. Really. Let me blot as much out of this as I can." He took a hand towel - also white - and laid it over the stain. He stepped on it gingerly... soaking up as much of the sangria as he could. "I'll let the cleaners deal with the rest of it. You, on the other hand, need some attention too."He looked at my clothes, slowly taking in the fabric clinging to my flesh for just a second too long, letting me know he was enjoying the view."Look, why don't we wash these before the stain sets in?. Can we do it again?”After the second date the kiss was on the mouth and after the third date her tongue was halfway down my throat. The fourth date was the killer. I took her home expecting a hot make out session only to be told:“I can’t see you anymore Mike. Bob wants me back and I was only dating you to make him jealous.”I wanted to call her a fucking bitch, but didn’t. I just gave her a hateful stare and turned and walked away from her.Next up was Charity. I was in the cafeteria sitting. "I don't get it, Sarge. Why is this radio so special? It isn't even an issue radio. Why is it that only you can operate it? Plus your wife won't be up there, and how come it would operate with her there?" Broyles asked, very confused."Ted, this is a special experimental radio. There were only twelve of them issued that I know of, and I don't know how many are still in service."Also Ted, there are things about this mission that haven't been explained yet. The Major will be holding a briefing. I then grabbed a large mixing bowl and dumped five boxes in it. Adding the milk and eggs I beat the mixture together and waited for the lights to go off on the irons. The lights went out and I poured the mixture into the irons.As the first two waffles cooked, I slapped my head and ran out to a food storage container, and opened it. I started moving boxes around and finally found a box of Aunt Jemima pancake syrup. Yanking several bottles out, I then ran to the fridge and grabbed a butter.