.. " I started, gulping. "I'd really like it if... if you would put the baby oil on me." Oh?" She said, walking a little closer. "And why is that?" Ch...rlie," I said, nearly sobbing. "I don't... " Don't mince words Jen." She repeated. "Tell me what you want. What you need. Just tell me." I want to feel your hands on me." I spouted. "I want to feel your fingers inside of me again. Please Charlie, don't let me sit here like this. Please?" I held out the bottle of oil to her desperately.She smiled. .. our unit ... went places we didn't go, to countries we might have been allies with, and didn't meet people who had strayed from the acceptable path and weren't amenable to mending their ways. You could call us the Reapers. As you have sowed so shall you reap, could have been our shoulder patch ... if we had shoulder patches ... if we wore uniforms ... if we existed."Last mission and a wakeup sort of thing. I was never going to be a general ... not even as a retirement gift."Thirty-two years. We both just laughed about it.Me: have you seen your boyfriend’s thing?She: no, I just saw it above pant that’s all.It’s getting hotter with our conversation all this time.Me: do you wish to see it?She: silent, shy and finally asked how?Me: opened google in another tab and showed it.She. She saw it and asked me to close it soon.Me: you need to see your guys thing in future and maybe you will blow it.She: silent again and thinking somethingMe: what are you thinking?She: nothingAfter some. ”“Who is this?” asked a perplexed Larry.“This is James Jimmyson.” Said James Jimmyson.“I don’t know any James Jimmyson.” Said Larry“I bet we haven’t met yet. Is it June 22, 2007 there?” asked James Jimmyson“Yes. You must have the wrong number.” Said Larry“Is this Larry Richter?” asked James Jimmyson“No! You must have the wrong number!” said the irate Larry on the other end of the line.“Sorry, My mistake.” Said James Jimmyson hearing the click in the line before he could finish. The next day was.