And so that Friday night you set off to see your brother in a faraway city, after promising your parents that you would either be back for Sunday serv...ce or would at least go to church with Martin. You wear a low-cut but tastefully cute thin pink blouse with a couple of buttons undone to expose your remarkably generous cleavage on such a slim and youthful frame, with a jean miniskirt showing toned but spindly legs. Your long honeyed hair falls loosely around your face, accented by faint. It was Italian for ‘thank you, Grandfather.’ You see in the late 1980’s I was stationed in Italy courtesy of the US Army. I picked quite a lot of Italian while I was there. If a guy wanted to get close and personal with one of the bar girls speaking the language was necessary. This little girl was speaking Italian. ‘Bella Ciao il mio nome è Jim,’ (Hi Beautiful my name is Jim) I said. I saw her eyes light up and a great big smile crossed her face. She hugged me tighter. ‘Qual è il tuo nome,. ”“Oh don’t be! Don’t ever be sorry Holly! I would not want you or anybody else not comfortable. That would be disrespectful, and I know how big of a deal that is with Pete here. No, just letting me be here, then holding my hand or caressing my back was the absolute best. I would rather have that with somebody I love and who I know loves me than anything else. But you would really do two guys at once?”“Well, maybe. If I thought I could trust them enough. But no, no way I would take both at the. My real name's Ariel Shaughnessy. Does that ring a bell?" No." It wouldn't, not with you, you never pay attention to the news. But look it up on your computer. No, don't, not now anyway," she added hastily as I reflexively started to move toward the bedroom where my system was set up. "There's still stuff I don't want to tell you, don't need to tell you, not right now. You'll find out eventually, but I hope I'm not around when you do. Not even like this." Susan," I started. "Well, Ariel, then,.