With the Alcohol flowing the bands performed the last songs for the night we headed back to our tents.As i settled into my sleeping bag i could hear D...nise laughing, kissing and chatting to her by now very drunk husband. I could hear her undo his trousers and only guess the rest. But as i lay there i heard her call my name Matt.What's wrong Denise i replied, Nothing Ricks passed out and i wondered if you was still awake. A second or two later the zip of my tent opened and in crawled Denise. Congratulations to you both. When are you bringing him home so I can meet him?" As soon as we can do it in a stress-free way," Jennie said - avoiding mentioning her step-father."Anytime then," Vera said - she got the message. "I've asked Harold to be gone when I get back from the Bank Holiday." Oh, fine, right," Jennie said. "I'll give you a call when you're back in town then. Bye Mum." Bye bye darling, and congratulations once more to you both," Vera said happily and ended the call."That. ‘Sorry, er… Officer. Just, I don’t get chatted up by too many women UNPOLs.’ ‘Problem with that, Private Baines?’ She knew his name? Was he in some shit? But, hell, she was sexy, her piercing blue eyes looking as though she’d just breezed off a Hollywood film set rather than a dusty road pock-marked by shelling. ‘No problem, er… Officer.’ ‘Good,’ she said. ‘Welcome to the modern world. Call me Nicky. Now shut up for a minute, I’ll drive you home.’ 5/8 The UN had commandeered floors in several. Those used to be "our" times—shooting pool, throwing darts, dancing till they threw us out and then off to the car and to whatever dark corner, alleyway, or parking lot we could find to strip off our clothes and grind. My wife, or should I say, my ex-wife, was like that. She liked to drink--loosen up a bit, and let the inhibitions and the "good-girl-guilt-feelings" wash away with the rum and cokes and white Russians. Usually, by the time we got ready to head home, she was horny enough to jump.