That was the closest anyone had ever come to accepting her wish not to marry. She studied Suzanne and Marcus covertly as she and her parents greeted t...e remaining guests. She noticed how Marcus kept a hand to Suzanne’s back as they moved through the pavilion, not in a proprietary or leading manner, as most men would. She could see that he just wanted to be in contact with her, and they smiled at each other often. They joked, and laughed. Marcus regularly asked her opinion, and obviously. They should have friendlies there, "SVA". And, they should also have a radio to get help.Four of us guys were sent. Gilbert Gilbert's (a black guy from Jersey City, cool guy), Dave Jones (a guy from Ann Arbor, who was a little slow with thinking; but ok, overall) and Jay Lance (from Greenville, a downed chopper pilot. He seemed worried about getting home to see his girlfriend) and me (a 10 month vet of the bush with nothing to look forward to but a bullet).I was told that we need to get there,. I didn’t move. He then bent over and to my surprise picked me up bodily, carrying me through to the bedroom where he laid me on the bed. I didn’t resist, but laid there motionless, my hair across my face, my skirt rumpled up around my waist, my knees dawn up in front of me, my panties still around my thighs. He sat alongside me and gently stroked my hair and despite the pain in my ass, I began to feel a little better. My crying stopped. “Tina, I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” he. ..” He hugged back fiercely. “What’s happened to you? Did you dye your hair? You look like the kid I used to beat up on, not the old man teaching at the college.”“So, are you going to invite me inside? It’s cold and windy out here and exposed in other ways.” I looked up and down the pecan tree-lined street. Several cars were parked a half-block away.“I’m sorry Richard, come on in.” He led me through the entry hall and into a study filled with books, both medical and religious. “Connie!” he.