On her first day back in the office she handed in her resignation. She told everybody that Doug didn’t want her to work; she was going to stay home ...nd take care of her man. Well that knocked any residual sadness and self-doubt out of Julie. Obviously she had just been too much for Doug, too smart, too strong. “What I really don’t understand,” she said, “was why I didn’t see what an asshole he was.” I didn’t tell her that everybody else had seen it. People see what they want to see and so often. To my surprise, she was not wearing the bra and pantie.The sexy Muslim milf smiled and showed her handbag. She had removed both her bra and pantie in the restroom. I started to insert my fingers into her vagina and she started to moan.I was doing it harder, she was enjoying it and letting louder moans. She wasn’t comfortable as she was not having me completely. She insisted us to leave the theater and I obeyed her.Still, it was raining but she was fine with it as she wanted to have my dick. In the dreams they had shared, this was the part she seemed to enjoy the most. Of course they could never talk about it, so he could never know the truth. He tried to forget this was all his fantasy. Even her reactions were what he wanted. She enjoyed what he wanted, begged for anything he desired. It was maddening and impossible to resist. He tried to escape his thoughts and concentrate on licking the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thighs where the panties ended. His tongue flickered. That night, in my hotel bedroom, I had a flashback to the Falklands, with the Argentinian I had killed transmogrified into Eddy Two Bears, who, as I plunged my bayonet into his body, asked. "Why do you kill me, Des Flying Horse? We are brothers."I woke up sweating and screaming.When a country sends its young men to war the number of causalities such an action might produce is one subject never debated in public when deciding whether to start hostilities. The debate prior to the invasion of Iraq.