"What's yourbackground, son?"I take a breath. "I was in the Navy, sir."He smiles. "A nuke?" Yes, sir. A mechanic."He nods. "Six and out?" Yeah. My fol...s died and I didn't care for it anymore." I'm sorry to hear that. I was a sub officer for twelve." After twelve, why didn't you finish?" Bad luck and I failed to promote. It was better to leave as alieutenant. Were you on subs?" No sir. The Nimitz." What's your major?" Aeronautical Engineering. I want to build rockets." The concentration here is. I have no idea how they were in bed together but watching her I think she would be the more active partner. My friend’s travels drew me closer to Sarah. There were weekends together and even a few weekdays. I could not put my finger on it but I thought she had the hots for me. Our friendship was platonic and we had many good times together. But strictly platonic! I never took that extra step forward as she was my friend’s wife. One evening I got a call from her and while chatting on my cell. A bright light of pain flared in Lara's eyes, but she managed to keep her senses enough to deliver a punishing counter blow to his floating ribs. Apone accepted the hit like he had every other one Lara had delivered to him: with no indication that it had effected him what so ever. Lara was becoming convinced the man had no nerve endings.She had hit him no less than six times and other then the one kick on the jaw none of them had had any effect what so ever. He, on the other hand, had only to. He leaned a bit too farforward, thanks once again to the alcohol in his system, and nearlytoppled into Connie completely because of the tilt of his four-inchheels. She caught him by his bare shoulders and held him upright, bothof them laughing girlishly as they exchanged a few tiny kisses."I think you might have had a bit too much to drink, Violet," Conniesaid, pushing against Tyler's shoulders until he was standingcompletely upright again."I'd rather blame the shoes than the wine," Tyler.