Aunt Sangeetha’s legs were locked around my hips and my arm was around her waist. We were under my big blanket and her head was pressed against my n...ck. Her hair smelled like lavender’s suddenly realized that her t-shirt must have rided up because because my arm was touching her bare flesh and my left hand was caressing her right breast. It was big, soft yet firm. I also realized that she came to bed without any underwear on because I felt the stubble of the shaved hairs of her pussy scratching. It wasn’t a smell like sweat, or the perm, but a scent that made my head spin and filled my nostrils with an aroma beyond words. Standing, I greeting her with a big hug. This was my favorite part of being her best friend. Touching her, feeling her heartbeat, and her sweet breath on my neck. I pushed her back and looked at her new hairstyle. With a big smile, I nodded in agreement that she looked great. She was smiling too, happy with her new look. ‘You look great! Oh my God, everyone is gonna. There is food here as well. Ibrahim saw to it that I was properly provisioned for my stay aboard the Hawk." I remembered the awful food I had to digest on our voyage here from Lisbon," Ibrahim stated without hesitation, sitting up so that Ishmael had a spot to sit, "and I decided that Dom Pedro should not be forced to suffer it now that he has returned from the dead." A gesture that is greatly appreciated my old teacher," Pedro acknowledged with affection and a smile upon his lips."Agreed my. Somebody said that." What do you mean?" Chief? Been in any wars?" Well, yeah ... almost fifty years ... they're putting me out next month." Korea, Vietnam?" That ain't the half of it, lady." He started pointing to his ribbon display, "I was in the occupation of Japan. They sent me to Trieste. Escorted the Marines to Greece, 1955 Radio surveillance in Vietnam. Then Egypt, Lebanon, Cuban Revolution. Vietnam again. Invasion of Dominican Republic. The Heart? Israel ... I was on the Liberty. I was.