Colonel Beal was the Marauder commander and my regiment commander. He walked through the ship with me and glanced at me several times, “there is a c...uple of rumors about you Captain.”I smiled, “There are a lot of rumors about me sir. I am ten feet tall and made from battle steel. I eat bullets and shit demo packs. Bullets are afraid of me. None are made that can kill me.”I looked at him as he frowned, “it is all bullshit sir.”I held up my right sleeve, “this shows I am more then capable of. She softly giggled and gave me a peck on my lips. Let me tell you about my wife. She was a hot mama. Slightly less than 5ft, she was curvaceous. She knew how to carry her 38DD on a small frame and dress for that. And she doted on our son right from the day he was born. She didn't want another kid and I was fine with that! I knew she loved him a lot. Matt was slimmer than his age group and she often blamed me. "You drank his share of the milk when he was a baby." I always reply, "Well, he quit. You never forget completely. Life after Sam was a little difficult. I mean, how couldn’t it be, when we would be spending most of our time together in lectures, singing lessons one after the other? All a little awkward. We, knew, things about each other. Things that not even the others that had joined us knew. I had always thought that my heart would be difficult to break, thought it would be tough… In reality, it was like poking your finger through wet tissue paper. It was around that time. She was wearing her usual silk robe. A phone buzzed and Candy answered it. It was the front desk telling her that her client was here. She instructed me to sit in the chair and wait as she slipped out the door. A few moments she was back, followed by Marcus. He was a tall athletic black dude, very good looking. Very Familiar as well. After a few seconds I recognized him. He was a professional athlete in our city. Candy introduced me to Marcus, but I knew it wasn't his real name. I didn't let on.