I saw a lot of people wash out along the way.I did see the girls one more time before I went overseas. It was after boot camp, and before the Defense ...anguage Institute, which is what they call the DOD language school in California. I had already changed, which I was happy about, in terms of my physical condition, and worried about when I realized I was going to meet with a bunch of high school girls when I was home on leave. I only took a week of leave, based on my Gunny's advice. He said. It said 2:22."Oh my Lord," she muttered. "Dan why don't you go out front and wait with Marcie. I'll be right along." I can drive..." he tried to say."No you will not! You can hardly stand. Stan! Stanley? Could you give Dan a hand out to reception? He's got a fever and can hardly stand. I'll be right along. I'm taking him home."With Stanley's help Dan started toward the reception area. He barely got five feet down the corridor, when Stanley suddenly remembered he'd left some sensitive documents. As I crouched down in front of him, the soft grass was a cushion for my knees. I wanted to take my time, now that we had an afternoon before us, and no prospects of being discovered to make me feel nervous or rushed. I had been imagining this moment in my daydreams over and over again, and I wanted to do everything in my power to bring it to life in the best way possible.I took my hands from their perch in the small of his back and brought them around. I began to rub his thighs, right above his. Lunchtime in summer's quiet, so he played the attentive host, checked Jamie out, looked kinda wistful when his wife hollered at him from the kitchen. She kept right on chattering, goddam purgatory, but the body language was real positive, eyes warm, little pats on my arm as she made some dumb point. I made sure her glass stayed full, nodded in the right places. She ran down as the coffee appeared, looked a tad embarrassed.'I've been going on, haven't I? I'm always like this before I know people.