..”John McCrae (1872 – 1918), “In Flanders Fields,” in Punch (London), 1915The month of September 1939 was crammed with new developments in th... unfolding of World War Two.Lost in the mix was the problematic declaration of the United States to the world that it was officially “Neutral” with regard to hostilities in Europe. Most of the historians of that era see it as a culmination of a long anti-war struggle going on in American politics with the print media being slanted in favor of a. That brought the memory of his hands on my body, how the roughness felt against my skin. Sometimes he was gentle, and sometimes he was not, and it was all perfect and exactly what I needed at any moment. He knew me that well, we fit together that perfectly. Standing at the sink, I felt my nipples harden at the thought of his hands on my body. I loved the way they felt running down my bare skin, down my ribs and stomach, how my breath caught and my pussy would tighten in anticipation of his. I was genuinely horrified at the suggestion, the irony made me smile to myself, how could someone who had just done what I had done for an audience be terrified at the thought of dancing alone in front of the very same people?I walked into the centre of the small dance floor, my heels clicking on the varnished wooden surface and moved my arse, wriggled my hips and stretched my arms upwards to the sounds of Oran’ Juice Jones.As I danced, a few more people came onto the floor. Obviously, word had. You have five of our girlfriends as precious cargo.”“Mmm. Just four and Cindy,” I said as I kissed her again.“Yeah. Right. Whatever.”I ran back out to the truck and headed to Donna’s house.Donna and I hadn’t had alone time since I spent the night Sunday. I desperately wanted more time with my newest lover. We’d all been together Wednesday evening to study and have dinner at her house but by the end of the evening, it was clear she intended to keep Beca overnight and didn’t need anyone else..