He better have a damn good excuse!" Standing Debbie up at theairport was a bad move, but not a move Brian would ever make unless hedid have a damn go...d excuse. She worried as to what that excuse mightbe.The girls found Brian's apartment empty, there was a for sale sign, WestShore Realty, posted on the door. They shared concerned looks, and forthe umpteenth time Debbie called Brian's number. This time though, shegot a different response than too many rings ending in leave a messageafter the. "Good morning, I need to register for National Service, how do I go about it?"He looked up and passed me a form to fill in, "Just fill that in and hand it back to me."Hmm, Date of birth? what was on my drivers licence? Oh yes, Twenty seven July nineteen thirty four.Place of birth? that's a tricky one, ah well, in for a sheep as for a lamb. Place of birth Morwell.Next of kin? NoneCurrent address? CRB camp, Fish Creek, Victoria.The rest were straight forward relating to illnesses and the like. I. She wished he'd just open the door and take her right into his strong arms!"Don't you want me, Daddy?" she asked, starting to feel panicked. "Here, maybe if you can see all of me you'll like me better."With that, Anita whisked her nightie up over her head and tossed it across the room. She then pressed her naked front against the glass shower panel, giving her father a two-dimensional view of her tits and belly."Open up, Daddy, please? I want you!"From inside the stall she heard a muffled. Sanjay had held Rachhna’s wrists, and had pulled her out into the hall. Let go, screamed Rachhna. Not so fast’, said Sanjay. He managed to hold both her hands with one hand, and with his other, he pulled her hair and got her face close to his. She screamed in pain. Oblivious, he planted kisses on her luscious lips, her neck. I want to see you naked, now, he rasped. Saying that, he yanked at her shirt. A couple of buttons broke loose, before the shirt came away in his strong hands. Rachhna was.