Lucky thing for us yours were out tonight, though," Matt said."Oh, no, not at all. Dad's in the family room passed out drunk in his easy chair, like u...ual." Whu— what?" Matt stammered.Jennifer turned solemn. "My mom ran out on us when I was younger. Dad didn't take it well, he pretty much crawled into the bottle and never came out. He's a functional alcoholic I guess, as much as anyone can be. He still does fine at his job, but every evening he drinks himself into a stupor, either here or at a. And Robert has asked me to marry him. The whole situation is surreal."I know this is a cliche, but it's all so sudden. You heard what Robert said. Only a few weeks ago, I was broke, in a dead-end job and a deader-end relationship. Demographically, he and I couldn't be more different." Rubbish. I had no title, yet I married a baron. Try again." Ketty, I've always wanted to paint and perhaps even curate my own gallery someday. Maybe that's unrealistic, but I want to achieve something I've worked. When I got back to my room it was 5:30 and started to get ready for my evening. My friend Julie (another CD) who I met on line and had partied with before was driving up from her home in Central New Jersey and going to meet me in my room at 7 PM. Around 9 PM we were going to meet some other CD’s at a bar they meet at regularly a few miles from the hotel. I mixed myself a drink, for those of you that are new to Cassie, a cosmopolitan martini is my drink of choice and stepped into the shower.. There was no fear; I had long ago stopped worrying about being wounded or dying.The three punks thought that they were in control, however, they had no idea of the danger they were in. Even today, I shudder at the thought of what might have happened. I learned in combat that once you could kill one person, you could kill anyone; the only difference was your justification.Many people couldn't understand how soldiers could kill women, children, or even their own men. The Army trains soldiers to.