"Wiping away a tear from her eye she snuggled in closer to me. Our tentwas 20 or 30 metres behind up, and the wind was beginning to settle asthe sun d...opped beneath the horizon. We sat in silence for a long timeenjoying each others company. As Saturday nights went it was one of thebest I could remember.We made a small fire from dead wood lying about, and once it was ablazewe heated our soup over it. She had made it earlier in the day, and thetaste of the pea and ham reminded me of my. No one is going to judge you on yourfirst feeding."Then Adrian stepped into the room with us, a crystal goblet in his hand. Ilooked at him, hardly believing that he would have dashed and gotten onefrom the china cabinet. I saw something in her eyes then."It's so pretty," she was grinning as she took it from his hand tilting itto look at the side. Then I saw the etching, 'Jasmin Pendragon-Madison'and todays date. As she held it he opened the bag and poured it into thegoblet.Now I grinned as she. We had set out from RAF Halton at seven of the morning to march the four or so miles to Tring station to entrain for Southport. The sun was blazing from an azure sky as we stepped off, in full marching order with rifles at the slope, following the pipe band off the parade ground and down to the Wendover - Tring Road, where the pipe band said –- piped -- their farewell, and we continued towards the railhead, now marching at ease with rifles slung over shoulders.All the kit required at summer. " I stopped. If it had been anyone else-Anyone else-and i would have been in my car already-but it was Her. And any moment speaking to her was one treasured. I turned around slowly dreading facing her. She dropped her arms and walked over to me. I just blushed and stared at my feet barely believing this was happening. Her hand came up gently and stoked my hair, then my cheek. Her smooth fingers went under my chin slowly lifting my face up to hers. My eyes traced her naked body-memorizeing it.