She squeezed his hand harder, as if she would never let go."This is so hard," she wept, "I don't want to leave you. My heart already aches at just the...thought of not having you by my side. Oh God, why do I have to go?"Jim held on to her hand. He wanted to simply burst out crying along with her. He wanted to grab her, hold on and never let her go. He wanted to tell the Army they had no right to drag his cherished from him, no right at all. But of course, he couldn't do any of those things.. Now that I’d finally crossed that line from bi-curious to bi, I wanted to try it all. But with Steve unavailable tomorrow I was a little bummed. I guess I’d just have to wait an extra night to go any further.The upside was that I was far more focused and productive the next day at work. But I still found my mind wandering from time to time to Steve, his cock and what we did and could do. When the day wrapped up, I went back to the hotel, took a shower. As I was getting ready to head down. Bill’s eyes were focusing a little better now. He blinked and concentrated to see more clearly. He fought hard to move his head in her direction and once again, looked into the face of an angel, an angel with tears in her eyes. Just then the doctor walked in. “Well, Mr. Meyers, they tell me you’re finally awake, it’s about time,” he said with a small grin. The doctor took a hold of Bill’s hand. “Bill can you squeeze my hand for me?” he asked. Bill did his best. “That’s fine,” said the doctor. Good buddies had left him with a messy cleanup. A fine way to start off the most important morning of his life.Charlie was snoozing on the sofa. All the rest of the good buddies had long since staggered out the door. 'Well, I hope they had a good time, at least. Leaving me to pick up after them.'Now Charlie was awake. He was sitting up and stretching. Good old Charlie. Dave had known him since high school. They'd had some wild times together. Once, they'd even... "C'mon, Dave, old fella. Lemme.