I was a bit upset with myself for not picking up very much but I took her grocery bags and put them in the fridge and invited her to have a seat on th... couch. “Could I offer you a hot coffee, happy? I’ll go start a pot before I change out of these soaking wet pants” I joked and made my way to the kitchen. I started some coffee and headed into my bedroom, on the way I scooped a few of my dirty clothes off the floor and began to strip down my wet jeans. “Instead of coffee do you have any of that. Otherwise, it's not so bad. We're part of an M252 81mm mortar platoon operating out of a part of Afghanistan you never heard of, and I'm beginning to wish that I hadn't heard of it, either.In this case, we were detached from the rest of the platoon to provide support for a special forces bunch who were going after some Al Qaeda goons holed up in a series of ravines and caves. We couldn't do much about the caves, but Old Betsy was perfect for hitting those ravines. By the way, Old Betsy was. Perhaps it was the seemingly exaggerated sway of her hips, despite the narrow passage. Perhaps it was just his imagination. Perhaps not.He finished his cereal, cleaned out the bowl in the sink, and put it in the drain rack, joining last night's meagre collection of plates and utensils. Both Tom and Connie liked the minimal style they adopted on board the boat. There was a dishwasher, but it was more for larger quantities than they would use over the entire weekend.He poured another cup of. Or completely, but...I have only done itto people I know; just for the record, no one knows I can do this.Can you imagine what the government would do to me if they ever foundout? I would be locked up in Stone Mountain and become an unwilling spy,not the kind of life I am looking forward to.There was a small item on the news last night which got me thinking.Maybe there is something I could do.I never tried it before but maybe, just maybe, I could meld with someoneI didn't know. It was worth a.