He smiled at me. "I got it." We got into the elevator and I clicked floor number 10 and up we went.It was painfully silent and I wished this elevator ...as faster until Travis finally broke the silence. "You know..I still haven't kissed you yet." He looked over at me with his boyish grin and I couldn't help but smile back. "I guess you're right." I said. Next thing I knew he had wrapped me up in his arms and was kissing me passionately. He was so warm and his lips were so soft. I felt his tongue. Killed by indirect friendly fire. Isn’t that ironic, the term ‘friendly fire’, I don’t imagine that term even came to mind as the artillery reigned down on him. The funeral was one week later from that day. Fully paid for by the state, buried with full honors, a ceremony and your mother was presented with a flag and his medals. Some fucking compensation. Lose a son, gain a fucking flag. I never really knew Bradley that well to mourn him as a good friend, but I did just the same, however,. Until the day he and my mom split. I wasn't angry at him personally, but I was angry at my parents in general. I told myself that I was being selfish that they were better off apart. But then I grew up into what most guys call a "babe." I never looked in the mirror and saw anything worth while. Just a nice face I guess. My long years of dancing and running gave my a slim but curvy body. My breasts, average at a 34C. Before puberty hit though, I was an awkward child. A bit on the plump side, the. I rushed down to the stagecoach platform when told by three finger Monte that a young female was inquiring one and all about the location of yours truly.My first glimpse of Miss Sally was confusing to say the least.She was wearing an ankle length black dress that did its best to hide her lush figure, but her bounteous bosom filled her upper body as a center of attraction matched only by her sexy bottom that stuck out at an impossible angle with youthful pride.All the hardcases in viewing.