It was evening n I was about to leave n I got a call from her and she said – I want you! But I can’t come abhi I have too much work. Can you take ...n off tomorrow ? And I said yess why not. Then she asked me where do we meet ? I said – the hotel that’s close to our place and that was it. At night we did phone sex and I was just waiting for morning.We decided to leave early so I gave an excuse at home and left early morning. I picked Neha at the main gate and we went to a decent hotel that was. It was called "Operation Goodwood", or by us Canadians, "Operation Atlantic". The "Operation" seemed a very fancy word, in my little corner of the battle, I was given objectives. And every one I fought very hard for, we took. Yet as I walked through the rubble of the streets, looking upon the thousands of refugees and huddled persons in dark corners and under debris. My heart went out to them, was all this destruction worth the lives that was taken. Sure the allies had dropped leaflets to warn. Her eyes saw the food and her whole being lit up."Oh my god, you love me," she cried out as she jumped up and ran over to me.She planted a quick kiss on my cheek, but I think that was supposed to cover the fact that she stole one of the cakes from the plate. I had to laugh at her. The cakes were so hot that they were nearly burning her fingers, but she still felt the need to try to take a bite. She had to dance around and suck and blow to try to cool the bite off."Don't laugh at me," she. As I approach the toilet door, I see that her door is open and I can see the T.V's light is still flickering on a low volume and I cant hear what's being said by the T.V. After the toilet, I walk past her room again and I hear like a shuffling sound coming from the room. So I stop just outside her room and hear her call my name. She called my name? Then I realised she called my name and it wasn't just the alcohol! So I open up the door a bit and look inside her room. There she was! In bed with.