But don’t.”“Your call.” I thought, my respect for this guy just jumped a hundred points.“Thanks for letting me relive old memories. It was a...terrible war.”“They all are, war reminds we’re savages at heart.”We took our photo opportunity with local high mucky mucks, shook hands all round, spoke to the TV camera. The girls made a last trip to the potty ... see ... you can teach a new dog old tricks.We had half the distance of yesterday, 200 miles to Lake City and 297 miles from Lake City to Fort. She had finished her daily routines and by looking at me, she told me to remove my t shirt and shorts, which I did obediently. Yogita aunty started hot shower and called me near her and we came closer and again hugged each other tight and started kissing passionately below the showers. We were simultaneously caressing each other and within no time, we both became horny but today’s Yogita aunty was different. She was at her erotic best and she told me to sit on the commode seat and I obeyed her. If I could just spend some time with her... If she just knew how I felt about her... If... These thoughts whizzed through my head like cars on the freeway, but I never had the courage to talk to her. She never knew how I felt. All I could do was admire from afar. Until recently...I happened to bump into her at the grocery store. I recognized her, and surprisingly, she recognized me too. We were in the same college classes and we hadn't seen each other for a long time. We spent some time. I decided since my back was feeling better that it was time for my twelve mile ride to get extended to fourteen miles. It was still over five miles short of my route before the accident. On the way home I filled my handlebars with plastic bags of shrimp fried rice, and an egg roll from the local Chinese take out.Life was good I, decided as I ate at home. It was cool enough in the house to eat with just the overhead ceiling fan for ventilation. The new windows had a film on them which allowed.