A quick trip to the bathroom, as quick as a healthy young man with a full bladder can make it. I had just started to pee and the phone started up agai...."Answer the fucking phone!" hollered Grace.Stopping in mid stream? Not on your life. "I'm busy." God, do I have to do everything?"Pad, pad, pad, Ring ring ring. "OW! Fucking Chair!" Ring, ring ring. "WHAT?" They WHAT?" White folks don't do yard or house work?" Who does?" Maori?" Hello? Hello?" David! You better be through because I'm coming. During one deployment a friend of his sent him a letter telling him of Polly’s adventures. He enclosed a pretty poor picture for him to see. A different friend told Pete after he got home that he personally saw Polly loving up three different men at one time or another while he was in Afghanistan. Pete asked Polly about the reports. Of course she denied dating while he was gone. Pete chose to accept her and her friends’ explanation of her actions but a small kernel of doubt remained. He knew. Beth confided that she was a wreck for a long time, but seemed to be getting it together at last. Steve was glad for that. He couldn't imagine the kind of guilt he'd have felt if it had been his actions that ended their marriage. He thought about talking to her now that things had settled down but decided it wouldn't serve any purpose. He also worried that it would lead to her having unrealistic expectations. Steve was miserable without her, but thought it would make things worse to have her. The volunteer community was very sexually active, both with the single members of the community, the soldiers doing their service in the kibbutz, and among ourselves. At that time, Eva, my Swedish regular lay had gone back home and I had my eye in Muriel, a sweet looking French girl who had just arrived with her brother and her best friend Veronique in tow. Every Tuesday evening we had a volleyball tourney between several teams and this one particular Tuesday in mid-April was brutally hot, so.