If the weather cleared, they would leave soon. If it didn’t clear, they would have to wait another month to launch their invasion against Hitler’s...Fortress Europe. Finally, he responded, ‘I’ll see you soon.’ Her hands stroked his face, gazing at him tenderly. ‘You lie. You didn’t answer right away. When do you leave?’ He bent and kissed her lips again. Outside, the morning was lightening the sky even though the rain continued to fall. ‘I’ll see you soon,’ he promised. His lips nuzzled her. Without saying anything, Jon moved over to a bush and took out a long, thin piece of tree branch, moved over to my side, off to my back a bit and with one stroke, sent that branch across my back with a solid smack. I cried out in pain and shock as I felt that branch bite into my skin, searing pain coursing through me as I jerked my body forward. A second smack lashed across my back and again a second wave of pain went throughout my entire body. Once more I cried out loudly, "You like that. It was shady and a cool breeze was coming through the window. It wasn't long before an SUV pulled in and the occupant, a middle-aged man, about in his early 60's, got out to walk on the trail. I adjusted my sunglasses and then plumped up my lips a little more in the mirror. I was startled suddenly when the gentleman appeared at my car window and asked if I was looking for company. I jumped at first because I thought he had walked onto one of the trails, but he circled back around when he. "Good! Good!" Bud was screaming in my ear. "That's it! You've got it"I felt Harley's eagerness just behind and beside mine. I felt the question in him just as I was forming the thought to ask myself. "Okay Bud. We've got it, but can you tell us what it is we've got?" Yes, but feel it for a bit first," he slid back into his detached lecture mode. "Taste it. Wrap your senses around it so you will recognize it the next time you lock onto this substance." Okay," I said, with grandpa's thoughts.