The pilot who got shot flew over the wrong territory at the wrong altitude, or so it would seem. Looking back he probably got shot by one of our disgr...ntled allies who was pissed off that we were about to leave him to fight his own war. I wouldn’t have made the same choice if I’d been the aircraft commander—but in view of the fact that the war was supposed to be over, who could have foreseen a clearly marked peace keeping helicopter less than a mile from one of the largest air bases in country. It was not tidy. Items were here and there. He told me his wife is away for a week. He signaled me to bedroom. I entered there. It had an attached bathroom.I rushed there and pulled my panty down and lifted saree up and was about sit. Venu forced in, smilingly he came and held my head to his stomach as I relieved. I just held him tight as I started moaning already. He was caressing my back all through. He pulled me up started kissing all over my face. He pulled my saree and put that in hanger. Just then Joseph woke up.The first thing he noticed was the hair which he flicked away from hisface. As he did so he noticed the nail polish on his fingernails."What the FUCK!" he shouted.He then jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom."FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" was all I heard."MUMMY!" It was the first time I had heard him call her that in a longtime.Sharon came up to the bathroom then."Look what Daddy's done to me Mummy!"It was astonishing to notice how even the way Joseph spoke had changedwith. Mine. Check the TV for weather. And out the door, with a real kiss on the front steps before she got in her car and I got in mine.Her day started with four hours on her job and a mid-afternoon class. Mine was the standard eight to four-thirty at the office. Meeting for lunch, while not completely out of the question, wasn't planned for the day.I walked in the door at almost five and started whipping up something for supper. I was at the stove when Brit walked in, dropping her bookbag on the.