Seated around the campfire later, Patron Saint favored his brood with the greatest compliment he could bestow on stalwart students: A solemn nod. The ...anfare however, jubilant charges barely reframing from hearty back slaps, was short-lived, no sooner the congrats commencing than their elder sage went mum on the matter, emptying a cloth sack of dead presidents onto the roaring hearth, much to the shocked dismay of his semi enlightened charges. As many a billfold disintegrated under the harsh. “How the heck did you know?” She demanded.“I was outside the loo wanting to use it,” Julie purred.“Well,” said Bill, “so long as it was the mile high and not the pudding club, what harm is there.”Robert glanced at Terry quickly, but she was laughing along with the others.He received the telephone message on their fifth day on the Island from Alan at Renton. Bob James was dead. A SAM, surface to air missile, had got him, and the A10 had exploded, killing him instantly according to Alan.“But how. But she had now. She inserted the device and waited to see the color. “Shit!” she exclaimed. Her husband was at the Pasture with Lance and Milton, the old guy, who taught PE classes at the college and who hung with them. He’d be getting home late. It was Friday: she and her Grant had an off day, a once a month thing.Twice a month the three musketeers met and drank too much beer. She did not begrudge him that, and he appreciated her forbearance enormously.She made the call. The other man. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in person. She's petite, nicely-developed but without big breasts. Most women would kill for her hair. It is long, wavy, and always bouncy and full. She swings her mane like a sexy movie star. Her legs could stop an express train. She doesn't walk, she flounces--almost a dance. She's full of energy and a passion for life. She radiates positive vibes to everyone around her. Consequently, she's very popular.I knew my chances of winning her love were.