" He's my grandfather, Pru. I'm proud to be a member of his family and to bear his name. And, if I'm not mistaken, you're the woman who was involved i... that fracas in The Yemen a while back."Pru threw up her hands. "Everywhere I go, all I hear about is The Yemen. Now everyone wants to make a soldier out of me." Well, I don't care what you do in your spare time, Pru. All I want here in Algeria is the benefit of what you and your Bravo Force know and can do."Pru thought ruefully about her 'spare. She looked at me then asked me to move the couch side ways I did as she said. "What are we doing" asked, "wrestling " she answerd back. I was shocked. She stood there in a fighting position. "Come on show me what you got " I just started to laugh then she ran and tackled me down. I got back up then we came at each other like lions for a deer. I tackled her down and say on her butt , then I had an idea. "Round two" she said, again I tackled her down but this time I payed on her back, with my. She was definitely having her way with me. Being used agreed with me. I took in the sights and sounds for future reference. The way her lips were set in a determined expression, the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, the way her breasts rolled like buoys on a choppy sea, the way the bedsprings complained, combined with Paige's halted breathing, and the sound of the distant jackhammer as it loosened the field stones of the old barn foundation were memories we'd tell our grandchildren about. Including the two television sitcom episodes, where, presumably, all her clothing had stayed on throughout.I loved her. She'd better damned well love me back, or I was going to need some serious rehab, for a long time to come.Even after watching the film together; even after our discussion of "when" we would finally make love, we didn't. Not that night. Pretty peculiar, right?But that was OK. I felt as if we had an understanding. I was pretty sure that, the very next time we met, it would be.