Turning quickly, almost forgetting the olives. With everything at the bar set and between orders, I check the thermostat for the tub. Taking a casual...stroll out, across the room, bringing a tubber or two something to ease away the days’ stress. I find myself at the closet. Pulling clean towels and robes out… leaving them out on the bench. Returning to my station, taking a moment to rest, maybe enjoy a cold O. J… watching the crowd… waiting. Then the door opens, and the room cries out for my. The closer she got towards him, the more electricity sizzled between them both. She knew she was playing with him, toying with his mind and his emotions. Izzy actually didn’t have that much interest or care in Jack Moriarty; but she needed him to keep his mouth shut and didn’t mind what she had to do to ensure this. She knew her English teacher had naughty thoughts about her so she wanted to use that to her advantage. “What kind of arrangement?” Jack laughed nervously. He stared at her. I thought to myself that he wasn't really looking at my breasts, that it must have been my imagination, after all I was his mother.************************************************My bed had been arranged so that as you lay in it you could look out over the ocean. It was very dark that night and I could barely see the rippling of the water lit by a pale sliver of a moon. I didn't think anything of it when I heard William come into my room and slip into bed beside me. I thought he was simply. But the third tank is interesting because it's off the trailer."I looked at my men and surmised, "With the aircraft, Hinds and tanks plus all the dead troops I think this was a trap."The L.Cpl. answered, "Well it sure the hell was a failed trap because there's nothing here except for RG vehicles."I asked my men, "What do you think? Could all this be the work of Baskerville?"They both shook their heads, the Sgt. stated, "I highly doubt that."The L.Cpl. added, "No way! I would say at least three.