" I stayed outside the door and waited for her.The bathroom door opened but instead of coming out Briana grabbed the front of my costume and pulled me...inside with her. She shut the door and pinned my body against it with hers. She pressed her mouth against mine in a hard kiss. I was in too much shock to react at first. Then after a moment something inside of me took over. The feeling of my blood boiling had come back stronger than before.I tangled my fingers in her long black hair and kissed. Damn, I thought, as I left the house. She's been counting the stains on my sheets.Janet had prepared me well for the inquisition her mother put us through. While Berry gave vague answers to her questions, I recited a prepared speech. "The party is not scheduled to break up until one AM, but we plan to leave in time to have your daughters home by midnight," I said, watching Janet beam with pride at the way I'd delivered my lines."Good," Mrs. Coughlin responded, "because I have the McCall phone. It was during this process that troops were exposed, that fueling hoses were exposed, that live ammunition was out in the open just waiting to be prematurely detonated by a close explosion. But again, someone up above — General Browning it was said — had come up with a procedure that had minimized the attrition during the process. The APCs, tanks, and artillery platforms would pull up as close as physically possible to the supply car and the supplies would be tossed across from one hatch to the. But it's too late for..." And Joan's voice faded with the incomplete statement. Why was Julie asking? Had Tom made a play for he? No. Not Tom. He was a trustworthy, monogamous man. But the thought nagged at her. Surely he wouldn't?It was late on Sunday afternoon when Julie called."Hi Sherry. Would you like to... like... go for a coke or something? Does your Dad let you go out on Sunday?" Sure Julie. No problem. I'll meet you at Stringer's." Stringer's was the quiet place they went when they.