" Like I told you last night, you didn't know so I'm not holding it against you, but even so it is what I want to talk about today. I want to know eve...ything. What, when, where and how. Not the details of what you did in the sack obviously, but where you met him and things like that." Why would you want to know all that?" Because one of these days we will have it out and I'm going to want all the ammunition I can get." Well, let's see. It was about five weeks ago and I had just dumped Ivan. It. “I want you to take me back to the barracks and for you to come back home and get a good nights sleep. Jack will probably be home later and you two can talk if you want.” Ainsely was listening intently now, afraid her whole world was about to come to an end.“Tomorrow, why don't you and Jack come get me. Yes, both of you. And let's go have breakfast or something, someplace away from post for sure. Then we can talk about it. We both know he started this, but we also both know as soon as it. She smiles a lot when she is around you, and she laughs at your jokes, even the bad ones that make others groan. Her laugh is sweet, and it makes you feel warm inside. And every morning when you leave your room to take a shower, you seem to always pass her in the hall as she's returning from her own, wearing only her towel, greeting you excitedly and awkwardly. It certainly makes you wonder.Sara, on the other hand, has curves. Not to say that Emma's body is undesirable, her petite frame is. I keep hoping to catch her changing sometime, but so far it hasn't happened.Not only am I nearly as old as Sally, but there is one kid in class who is older than she is. He got held back some and could just drop out, but his mother got him to promise on her deathbed that he would stick it out and go on to college. He's as dumb as a board, but he's big and any college will give him all the help he needs to make it to the pros, while dragging their football hopes with him.When I say big, I mean.