“Come in.” The voice was lilting and inviting. It reminded me of the daydreams that I had had in class and the images of her naked body that I had...conjured in my mind. There were times when her breasts pushed just so against the material of her blouse and the cut of her slacks had been just tight enough to accentuate the roundness of her ass. I tried to shove the thoughts out of my head as I pushed the door open.“Hey…Nikunj, right,” the older woman asked from behind her desk. If I hadn’t known. .. life is like that. Taller, stronger, better looking. My acne cleared up. I learned how to dress myself in a manner that college girls found acceptable."What Frat?"I heard that often."Sorry, actor." Oh really?" I detected an interest."College plays." Nice talking to you."And she moved on to the next guy in tan slacks, button down collar, sweater tied around his shoulders and loafers. Nothing bright, flashy or jeans.I still sailed, crewed, helmed my Lightning, met boat owners and other. As she departs up the road, my attention turns to last night’s dream.I bound quickly up the stairs and head to our bedroom. Lying on the bed, I reach down to the bottom drawer of my bedside cabinet and take out my Rothman's football book, season 87/88. Turning it upside down, I flick through the heavy volume and out pops the photo, hidden deep in the back, towards the Scottish Second Division.Looking back at me are a pair of dark brown Asian eyes that belong to a smiling woman in a waitresses. "He gave a wintery smile, and it was obvious that he was not too enamoured of having 'Serb killers' on his patch, any more than we would be welcomed by the Croats.The duty was easy and boring. When aid convoys arrived, usually once a week, we helped to unload the supplies for our area, and then loaded the vehicles making the local supply drops. We patrolled the perimeter, to dissuade any thieving, and guarded the entrance. Basically that was that. Claypole seldom showed his face and I kept the.