It’s still early morning, so why don’t you take a nap so you feel better hopefully, while I get rid of these dishes and clean up a bit, okay?’ S...ill feeling shell-shocked I was barely able to nod my head. After kissing me softly on the forehead, you picked up the plate and left the room. Despite being filled with renewed desire, I must have dozed off, because the feeling of your teeth brushing against my neck awakened me. Remembering our passionate sex last night first, as well as falling. Ron was a true promoter and helped Jennifer market her art.Ron arranged annual open studios in their home to showcase and sell Jenifer's art to her collectors, their many friends, social and business acquaintances and the community elite. Attendees were permitted to bring guests as long as they were announced beforehand. It was an elegant social and artistic event and was written up each year in the local newspaper social columns. People even came from out-of-town. Jennifer and Ron made certain. Both men were also stationed at Schofield, but not in an infantry unit. They were both supply sergeants, for different units. They were unlikely to run into each other on base, but it was good luck, the ladies thought, to have met them here. After eating, the four of them decided to go into the water. The sun was lowering into the west as they all ran into the water. The girls were laughing as the two men splashed them, and then grabbed them and tickled them. All were having fun. Standing in. We easily got swept into the lively discussion between the Irish quartet.“Yes, Donegal, for all time it would seem. Where were you raised?” Tommy asked Aongus.“County Lough.”“Aye, you’re from the home of mighty Cú Chulainn, hi? How’s the weather there, hi?”Aongus roared with laughter.“What’s so funny? Who’s Coohullen?” Lara asked.Tommy was laughing too. “No, we don’t laugh about that, hi!”“To be fair in Donegal everyone uses the ‘hi’ too,” Muireann said.“Except for us,” Tommy said. “Mam beat it.