“You son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” Tegan stomps out to the living room. “Jack. You did not tell our sex stories, did you?” Riva asked as she stoo... over me. “That is part of the agreement. No one shares stories. Either you were there or you weren’t.” “I’m sorry, he asked how it all started. What was I supposed to do?” I said. I made myself comfortable on the floor, it’s where I belonged, cast out beyond the reach of our paradise island we call a bed. “It was a really great story. I think we all. Since I have titled this as a ‘history’, I suppose we should take things as they come, so to speak. I don’t know whether it has been made clear in the earlier chapters of this saga, but Grant was a member of the Army Military Police. His friends were assigned to other jobs in the military, Bill being a Company Clerk in an infantry outfit, Timmy a Radioman, and Rick serving in an Artillery Battalion. The day came when Grant’s outfit was scheduled to participate in a ‘war game’ exercise in North. ‘Come on, Jule,’ Ashlee pressed, apparently sensing Julie’s skepticism. ‘It wouldn’t be the strangest thing you ever heard of, would it?’ ‘No, but maybe this isn’t about sex,’ Julie replied, a new theory beginning to take shape in her head. ‘Maybe he knows it’s over and he’s doing this to… I don’t know… guilt me into conceding whatever he wants in the divorce.’ That would be a rather manipulative tactic, very un-Gary-like. But then, after what she had done to him, should she really be surprised. He accepts her answer but inside his heart is sinking into the pit of his full stomach. Still he will not love her any less even at the very moment she breaks his heart, he will not know how. “Shall we go to bed and watch telly?” he asks. “Okay” she says as she gets up to lock the doors and turn down the lights. He watches her from the couch. Her sexy round arse is on display because her dress has hitched itself up. She’s aware of it, and she loves the way he watches her, the way he loves her.