Then he was saying, "Glad to know you," and Faith had her hand back again. She watched in fascination as the brown face leaned over Lucia and kissed h...r a friendly peck on the mouth. There was a tingling in her lips to match the one in her hand as Faith watched the man sit down directly across the table from her. "What the hell are you doing here, Buck?" asked Lucia. "Aren't you supposed to be flying the mission with the rest of the boys?"It was as if Lucia'd slapped him in the face. His. Pressing gently on her shoulders, he eased her to her back to better love her body, her breasts, her hips, her lips. He moved to her feet, looking up at her, and kissed the entire length of her leading back to her mouth and lips. Poised above her, he lowered himself, covering her body with his.Their bodies knew the way, and he entered her passage with a feeling of coming home. Her eyes glowed brightly, like twin moons, shining on his face. He withdrew then rushed back, and she arched her back. I was a bit startled. She was bold, and yet there was no hint of smart-ass. She was being careful with her curiosity. She genuinely did want to know, I thought."A bad marriage," I finally admitted."Oh, uhhhh ... sorry I asked," she looked away."No problem." How long?" she asked after a long silence, looking me right in the eyes."Ten years." Oh ... that sucks. That's a pain." She was sincere. She was unhappy that she had probed and touched a sore point."Now and then," I confessed. I sat down in. Me and my mother talked for about two hours after I got out of my room.We sat down at the kitchen table and drank some coffee, a habit I tried to kick some years ago but never seemed to beat completely.We talked about the divorce, Christina, my sister, and what I've been up to since the last time I spoke to her, which was four months ago.After two hours, I was getting tired and I needed a nap."Mom, is it OK if I go lay down a bit, the flight was a long one and I haven't been sleeping well in.