Her dress sense was more provocative and revealing, and on a couple of occasions, I caught her watching hard-core porn, and the noises coming from her...room left no doubt in my mind she was masturbating now, not occasionally when she had been drinking, but constantly, it was as if she had come alive again, like she was at my age, aunt Anita was right, mother was a very hot lady sexually.Then one Friday afternoon I had been in town when a sudden downpour started and I made for the nearest. Overcast or not, the air in the garage was close and hot. It was July and humid."Yeah, I am," I told her. She came in carrying a tall glass of iced tea. There was a slice of lemon stuck to the rim of the glass. Her other hand held a sugar bowl with a spoon. I declined the sugar but squeezed the lemon into the tea with my grubby hand. Mary tried to stifle a grimace.I sucked the tea down almost in one gulp. Mary laughed and said she'd bring a pitcher next time. I grinned at her and felt the icy. They knew what they were getting into from Day One, and the distance between them made the time they had together that much more precious. Brent was a regimental commander in the 82nd Airborne when the accident happened. She was in Afghanistan setting up a field hospital. While on a routine transport mission, the Black Hawk she was on got hit by one of the Stinger missiles given to the Mujahedeen by the CIA to use against the Soviets. The chopper crashed and her back was broken. Her left arm. ”“Oh I’ll be real nice if you do that.”“Come on.”We held hands all the way through breakfast and all the way home and when I came in the car it was all over Erin’s hand. She then licked it clean as we drove down the road to the house.“Hey, Lynn mentioned something the other day. You wanted to name the house?”“Well not the house, the whole place. The yard, the house, the garage, you know. The compound.”“What have you come up with?”“I really hadn’t given it any more thought. I brought it up when.