A sunny afternoon, no shooting stars this time, after hours of tension there was a screaming kid; messy fluids, hospital smells, bright lights, every ...unce of romance filtered away by the air conditioning; and among all that another moment of magic.They brought the baby to her, let her hold him and put him to that same breast I’d fondled in the night those years ago.I remember standing near the door, not quite stopping anyone from coming in, not exactly guarding the entrance but making the. There was some delay and arguing but eventually, the money was produced. The groom was picked as a sufficiently neutral party to hold onto it and judge who won the bet. With the negotiation complete Julie turned back to the agitator, "Let's all go to your room then." Tim had turned beet red but he didn’t say a word when Julie grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bar.The betting man led the way and the whole bachelor party followed to his room. Julie stripped off her dress in the doorway. ” I laughed and said “good one. what are you really doing out here?” She responded with “everything is locked down and I was bored so I wandered over here.” Covid had shut just about everything down in our area of Connecticut and I understood why she would be bored and frustrated - we all were. I jokingly asked “so you came out here hoping some random guy would walk by so you could suck his cock?” She said “well, why not, you’re here so it must be working?” I said, “well sort of. I’m a. There were four units and a lot of tests. I’d put Grabowski away. I didn’t want to know what the bastards were doing to me. I wanted a bit of light reading and just to get some air, walk about, maybe do a bit of work in the gym. The meals were good, better food than I was used to, which was some compensation, but not enough. I could leave at any time, but, of course, I’d be penalised for that. As a volunteer, I wasn’t being paid, but my ‘expenses’ would decline. Bastards. The Foreign Legion for.