”“Crazy.”“Yeah,” Randall said. “Skews the rarity factor something fierce because nobody knows how many got melted down. You folks’ll pro...it.”We left Randall’s place with a promise to haul in the remainder of the cache within a week or so.Took the back roads heading back home. I had to hit a few flea markets and ‘antique’ stores on that trip. My kitchen lacks the cookware that I grew up with – cast iron pots, mainly. I’d looked at the new ones on the market. They don’t hold a candle to Mom’s,. Tanya liked that: she knew as she planted a long lush lascivious kiss with open lustful eyes straight between Pauline’s slightly open wet lips, they were both so into this.Their rib cushions were suddenly shaping into each other as Tanya’s chest charmers were sweeping over Pauline’s curvaceous contoured cream jugs.Their guys came into the kitchen…looking for a beer…half time in the game…but the real game was on directly in front of them…hooter hustling heaven…as their full breasted wives were. They sure laughed often about the things they were saying to each other.After a while, even the soldiers were getting quiet and Sylvia noticed that some of them were looking at her and the other girls. The soldier sitting to the right of her said something, but she didn't understand him. However, when he laid a hand on her knee, she sure knew his intentions."HEY!" Sylvia shouted and pushed his hand away.The soldiers laughed and then the same guy shouted something and placed his hand on her knee. “What about your clothes, coat, shoes?”“No, of course not.”“Right, take off your shoes and trousers.”“What?”“Is English your first language?”“Y-yes?” the photographer replied tentatively.“Then, take off your shoes and trousers, now!” and more quietly, “You don’t want me removing them for you, do you?”He kicked off his shoes without answering. He undid his belt, button and zipper, the trousers pooled at his stockinged feet on the cold damp concrete path, in the light from the lounge French.