" Deal."She started telling me about her day. (Author's note: From this point until I say otherwise, this will be written from my wife's perspective, ...s if she is telling the story.)So, after I left the house this morning, I was so turned on thinking about the possibilities of the day. I was also thinking about what happened on the deck last night and the possibilities of my hooking up with Riley in our bed. As I got out on the interstate, I noticed there were a lot of trucks. Then, I started. Forcing my eyes back on the road, I realized we were approaching our destination."The square's coming up. Where can I drop you off?" Lowe's theatre would be fine."Time was running out. I mentally kicked myself for waiting so long before opening my yap. But there was still hope."I'd like to see you again Melva. Are you busy this evening, or tomorrow night?" Oh, that's so sweet of you to ask, but I'm working... I'm a dance instructor at Arthur Murray's. That's how most of my evening pass, giving. She had a woman's figure, one that wouldn't quit.I could hear my heart beating in my ears, a rapid staccato beat. Those curves; so beautiful, so Rubenesque. I had to get my hands on them, feel them.She made her way to a lone stool at the bar, deep in the corner, away from the crowd. Her sway, to and fro; womanly hips moving beneath her dress hypnotized me, drawing me to her shapely thighs, my gaze caressing her through her stockings.Suddenly breathing became difficult when I saw her shoes.. Joe stood up and walked to the lectern. The family had agreed that he was to give the eulogy. It was a moving speech filled with remembrances and lauding those who gave their all to fight the evil that had come unwanted to their door.Colonel Haddis was in attendance. He had said that one of the greatest testaments to fallen soldiers was the acknowledgement from their former adversaries of their dedication and skills as warriors. He left immediately after the formal ceremony.James approached Joe.