My guess was that he was 5 or 6 years old. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked him. ‘Tessa’ was the answer I received. ‘Oops,’ I thought, ‘A ...ender mix-up on my part.’ ‘Hi Tessa. I’m Gene. Remember?’ She nodded her little head. ‘My mommy going to be OK?’ I really didn’t know, but I lied and said ‘yes.’ The water was starting to get even colder so I shut it off. Between Tessa and I we managed to get her mother dried off and into one of my long flannel shirts. There wasn’t much I could do to maintain. I took my time following her stockings all the way along her split dress. Her stocking tops shimmered and winked back at me and the red garter belt made my lips curl up at the corners. I watched her, as she watched me. She took a long drag on the cigarette before exhaling to one side. Her tongue seemed to spend an inordinately amount of time caressing her upper lip.Her stare caused me to pull at the hem of my own dress and I found myself glancing in her direction too often for my own liking.. She introduced herselfas Debbie, and I asked what I could do for her. Debbie sat across the desk from me, and set her bagdown on the floor and crossed her legs. Her leg bounced nervously. I tried to focus my thoughts onwhat she was saying rather than her foot. I struggled not to stare as she told me if there were a wayto earn extra credit for the class, because she didn't think she'd pass this semester. It would hold herback at least a year since that particular class was only held in the. "It looked like that fucking missile had done it for you." It was fucking close, grenadier," admitted the colonel. "But Mariner military training is second to none. No bastard missile can fucking beat that." Fuck yes, sir!" agreed the sergeant. "Those Polar cunts should be shitting themselves. In fact, I bet the fuckers already are."The three soldiers bounced their way back across the plain, mindful that they were not yet by no means in the clear. They kept as much as they could to the shadows.