His feet were nearly a foot off the ground as my rage made me lift when I impaled him. The next thing I heard was the slide being cycled on a 45 Autom...tic. I pulled my own 45 and fired three shots at my attacker before he could fire a shot. He now had 5 eyes. The last of his buddies dropped his weapon and put his hands up, pleading with me not to kill him. I was still holding my pistol on him when it seemed like every MP on the post was running into the bar with their M-16’s trained on me. I. " Still Collin Marsh did not turn his head in her direction. Mrs Letterman tried a different tactic."I'm sorry, that was very un-thoughtful of me. I'm disturbing you." No, you didn't disturb me. I see this view every night when I lay in bed; it's burned into my brain. I sit on this balcony at sunset whenever I'm at this hotel and live it again." Colin Marsh's eyes hadn't moved from the headland; he still didn't turn and look at the beautiful woman standing close to him."You've been here. She was as tall as any of the girls, but I had at least six inches on her.“Have you heard of Connie Johns?” she continued.“The dancer?”Mel nodded. “Her company has a school. Classes twice a week. You have to audition, but mostly just to see if you can move. If you have any potential grace. But being male ... there aren’t nearly enough. Just two, with ten girls.”I couldn’t help laughing.“What?” she asked.“Just ... never mind.”She laughed too. “Good odds for meeting girls.”“Uhm...” I blushed. “I. Jerry is a reserved, quiet guy with a very dry sense of humor and a studious nature - he never had anything smaller than an A minus from kindergarten through college. I am the complete opposite; loud, boisterous, outgoing, fun loving and I struggled every year just to pass to the next grade. My mother has always maintained the even though Jerry and I look alike, a mistake must have made at the hospital - I just had to be someone else's kid. All my father ever said was, "Jack - will you please.