"Hey, Andy," I said as I nudged him in the ribs. "It's not polite to stare." Oh! Um, umm ... Yeah," Andy stammered. I grabbed his shoulder and dragged...him towards the bus.I shouted, "Let's load up, gang!" as I pushed Andy to the front of our group. The other Venturers followed us aboard the bus. Boys from a scout troop from Harrisburg were on the bus ahead of us. We filled in the empty seats near the front. A second scout troop was filing onto the second bus.Three guides climbed on our bus.. All mistakes are mine.I am Jack Clancy, I’m 33, and for a while, I was engaged to Sarah Carmicheal. She had an annoying habit of ignoring what I was saying when she was excited about something other than what we were talking about. It bit her in the ass.Let’s begin at the beginning. I met Sarah when I went into her office when I was discharged from the military. I had served 8 years before I got really tired of the political bullshit about ‘Rules of Engagement’ and the corruption of the people. A few minutes later found them in that cozy little restaurant, having a delicious lunch and trying desperately to avoid the subject of what had happened in that fitting room. Their conversation was friendly and pleasant enough, but it was pretty obvious that this conversation was not what they were thinking about.Finally, it was Penelope who broached the subject. "I'd like to apologize for my behavior in that fitting room, Jasmine," she began softly and hesitantly. Her mother-in-law might have. He was a good looking man, in good shape, and for a handyman he smelt really nice.He passed me my coffee and we chatted about his day and idle chit chat, but he kept saying he couldn’t believe he was actually with me. He said he was married and ‘straight’!!! (Such a common claim!)I was sat with my legs crossed and I could see he was looking at my legs that were encased in very expensive fully fashioned stockings- as we chatted his eyes were all over me, and I made the most to flaunt my.