My English teacher Ms. Rennick would like that. To write it, though, I’d need to get the setting and I’d rather go to Alaska where they speak Engl...sh. Maybe the trawler capsized and the girl was rescued by the Coast Guard. We have a station here. There’s always a story.I more-or-less know the locations for sand print stories, usually behind the driftwood where high tide swept the sand the evening before. Before the next tide covers the prints, you see where someone lay and another’s been. As she was supposed to go out, she left and came to flat from office around 8:30.She made herself fresh and came to my room where I was watching a movie in my laptop by lying upside-down on my bed. She did the same next to me and we started watching movie together. A romantic song has come and I just her hand and was caressing it. I could see the change of expressions in her face. She was getting into romantic mood.There was a kiss scene in the song and I was waiting for it to come. There hero. This really helped Socar and Goba with Duri. Duri was very mischievous you had to be careful where you left your moccasins. She would tour thru camp and if moccasins were in view she would collect them to make her bed. Goba would have to get them back...Duri would not listen to anyone else. I visited with Hobar to talk to him about taking a younger wife, no one doubted how he felt about Ceeil but she is past child bearing age . Maybe you should speak to Ceeil about it... Her baby sister Gin. Sometimes the pilots would take me flying with them, when I could get an OK. I learned a lot about flying in a short time. I thought Someday I would get my pilots license.It did not take me long to find where the women hung out. The men in my barracks began inviting me out to the clubs whenever they went out. I was not eighteen, but no one ever asked for my ID. The first night I went out with them, we drove about thirty miles to a club called the Straight Jacket. The place was packed and loud..