"Hey babe, I'm home early got the afternoon off so get ready for some games!" Shit it was my Uncle and here's me just standing in front of his naked w...fe, then it sounded like he was looking around the house for her, which gave us the time to sort ourselves out. My Aunt May quickly put her clothes back on and I just stood there watching the stairs waiting for him to start walking up. When I saw his head just come around the corner I dived into their bedroom and saw my aunt fully dressed, well. After going out the doors, we headed toward a bench where some patients were sitting and smoking, as it was against the rules to smoke within 50 feet of the door. There were signs all over that said that. When we got to the bench, George took a pack of cigarettes out of Mr. DeShade’s bathrobe pocket. I took a good look at the ratty looking thing and decided that the first thing we needed to do was get him a decent looking bathrobe. That blue and white striped thing was really ugly and worn. The American’s prowess in combat had gained him acceptance by his comrades, if not forgiveness by all for the developing relationship with Samantha. He whispered in his southern drawl, ‘I love you, Darling, please don’t worry. I promise, I’ll return to you.’ He had kissed Sam hard and without another word turned and walked to the idling Spitfire. The roar of the Rolls-Royce engines shattered the quiet morning. As they taxied to take off, their propellers directed a cloud of dust in her. "Remember the lawsuit I filed against Chris years ago?" She asked as the goth chick nodded with still doubting brow at her, especially when she mentioned the lawsuit against their very much hated host that they attended many years back then. And she was curious to why she brought that up all the sudden since they had only talked about it once during their cafe date and never mentioned again."Well, I won the case and I got all his assets and money. Which is enough to build Heather's dream villa".