There's the couch... and the door in the morning!"Somehow, between the front door and my car, I'd managed to at least get my hair under control, and m... tears were wiped from my face before I blundered to my eight o'clock class. I spent the whole first period with my mind jumping from the anger and disappointment of last night... to the scared feelings in my empty gut... 'Where was I going to go?! How was I going to live?!' The class was totally beyond me.I was deep in this fog of self-absorbed. He really didn’t want the attention. He never knew when there would be a knock at his door and a girl with wine, smoke, and condoms would be there. But despite his grief, his male instincts were stirred. Was this disrespectful to his brother? A few sessions with the counselor helped him see that Fred would take no offense at his little brother receiving comfort from willing females.This went on for about six weeks. But then the female population must have decided they had extended enough. "Just Jeannette and Miranda being entirely too vigilant again. I can understand them wanting the SUV to look good, but they tend to go a bit overboard."I looked back over at the duo that were now standing next to each other and glaring at me. "I sense I'm about to be visited by them." I observed. "Are they expecting to somehow clean me up?" I asked.The man's companions started laughing. One middle-aged woman looked at me and winked. "Don't worry son. They won't bite too hard."I shrugged and. Next to him stood a Marine in his navy-blue uniform. A striking, man with dark skin, the brownest eyes, and a muscled frame that his dress blues strained to contain. I figured he might be in his early thirties.“This is Captain Andrews,” my husband said. Looking down at the floor he moved his toe in a strange circular motion on the tile. “I brought him here to meet you.”The Captain tossed his hat on the table next to the door and walked toward me. A big toothy grin covered the man’s face. He.