I’ve been waiting for it for what seems like forever and now that it’s here I don’t want it to end.’ ‘Well, why not?’ I asked. ‘Well, I ...hought I did everything I wanted to do here, but I realized I really haven’t.’ ‘What haven’t you done?’ I said. ‘You’ll see soon,’ he said with a smile, getting up and walking away. The next week, after graduation, I got a text from John, asking me what I planned to do that day. After telling him I had nothing planned, he asked if I wanted to hang out. I said. She snuggles close to me. Her skin feels so nice against mine."You know, I ..." she begins.I put a finger on her lips. "Shhh. Humor me please. I need this." I cut her off. Her mind's still going a million miles an hour.I kiss her softly and stroke her hair. She kisses me. We look into each other's eyes. She's starting to relax a little.I take her hand in mine and interlace our fingers. We lie facing each other, not saying a word. Our eyes do the talking. We kiss when it feels. I will give you a call when she's cleared," the General told him."The only other thing I had, sir," the PM said in conclusion, "is a report from the MPs' OD of an unregistered shotgun on Post. Supposedly in the possession of the Master Sergeant here." Bob," the General started, "the man is a Senior NCO. He hasn't even been on Post 24 hours yet. He doesn't have a permanent assignment yet. Your own regulations wouldn't allow him to register it till he has an assignment. Hell, he can't even. She knew he was guilty. It was a matter of finding the evidence to prove it. That smug little man might think he had gotten away with it, but he wasn’t counting on the relentless Sergeant Keenan. ______________________________________________________ Kathryn lived in a cute little two bedroom Cape on the northeast side of town. As a single parent raising a son, she had all the usual difficulties plus the rotating schedule of the road patrol. She worked ten days on and four days off, on.