Despu?s de todo, el robo de bragas nopareci? a una adicci?n o algo. ?l podr?a marcharse.?"Pablo?"Era su madre otra vez.?"Qu? le toma tan mucho tiempo,...muchacho?" Nada, Mam?." Usted ha estado ah? durante veinte minutos. ?Cu?nto toma esto para traeruna cesta de lavander?a en la casa?"Calidad de gracias ?l hab?a estado juntando y doblando la lavander?a enla l?nea cuando ?l hab?a reflexionado sobre sus caminos que roban prendainterior, Pablo pens?. Por otra parte, ?l estar?a aqu? fuera al. One of the women took off her shirt and went for the cold pool. She got to her knees and shouted how cold it was. There weren't many others in the area and we all had a good laugh. She quickly got out and came to the pool I was relaxing in. She asked if I minded and I said no, please come right in. The company was welcome. She retrieved her drink and we sat together talking and joking. A short while later her friends wanted to leave, she said she wanted to have one more drink and she's be right. Not for the first time, it occurred to Mack Floyd that there were better places to be and things to do than play soldier here in Vietnam. His first choice being the back seat of his car, making love with the girl in the photo, Donna Lynn Riser. He was tired of death; tired of trying to kill unknown men who kept trying to kill him. He wanted life, and peace, and Donna Lynn. As he stared at the picture, Memories of the last time they had used the car’s big backseat flooded Mack’s mind. . They had taken my manhood they were poking at it with scalpels (the laughing seemed five times louder). A thick bloody bandage was wrapped around my groin like a nappy. A coughed, tried to speak - something around my neck? I couldn't speak. My hearing was distorted sure, my voice made no sound though - maybe just a whisper? Veronica flew at me from the shadows (I guess she had been there all along) and grabbed at my chest. In a moment I realized what felt wrong about that. I realized I would.