I nuzzled her hair and inhaled the scent of the one person I loved beyond measure. Warmth arrived, Scotch enhancing every sensation.Slipping sideways,...silver stars collideAnd fade away just like our love that diedAnd there is nowhere in this universe to hideFrom you tonightI've wrestled with angels all my lifeIt's always the haloes and the wingsThat keep you blindAnd if I had fought with all the strength I held insideI wouldn't be out hereAlone tonightI wouldn't be standing alone tonightWe. . I had to test it.In the Command area, I entered "Correct hair length to Navy standards for 1980." (I was long overdue for a haircut, even by my current un-military standards, and this would provide a harmless but dramatic test. I clicked the "send" button.Suddenly, I felt a bit of a tingle. I touched my beard - definitely shorter. I felt the back of my neck. That old, familiar military taper met my fingers and I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I stared. It had looked better when I. I started thinking for options. If she had sex somewhere outside it wouldn’t be in my interest as I couldn’t see it. I wanted I to happen at home so that I may enjoy watching it. Soon I remembered of Vishal. Vishal was a guy from neighborhood who worked in a cyber café. We just knew each other but were not close buddies. He was strong, handsome and experienced in sex. He was always desperate to screw sexy girls. And my sister was one hell of a bomb. I never thought some day I would like him to. Soon there was more conversation going on in the rooms than there was sex. Several people took their turns in one of the showers of the bathroom that connected the two rooms. Evidently Clyde had anticipated this, too, and there were extra towel stacked up in the two bathrooms.Then Steve, still acting as “Master of Ceremonies” invited everyone to share their memories of Clyde. There were some damned hot, stories told there. When it was my turn, I related the tale of Roger, Clyde and me (see my.