I didn't care for his demeanor as he asked to speak with me privately."Mr. Moore, I'm very concerned about your heart. You told me you've been feeling...tired lately and even nauseous at times. I strongly urge you to remain here until we can conduct some tests to determine the severity of your condition. It may turn out that coming to the hospital tonight saved your life!"Fuck! Butter my ass and call me a biscuit!" I groaned. "I'm one lucky bastard. Lucky that my accountant was fucking my wife.. Others were distributed amonghis students. No one noted what became of a small, white and black quartztoken.***Tokyo Harbor, November 1945Sam Haskins hurried up the gangplank that lead to the deck of the U.S.S.Essex. He stopped just before he stepped onto the deck and saluted theAmerican flag flying above the bridge. Even a Negro messboy like him wassubject to Navy regulations. Serving dinner to White officers hadn't beenwhat he had in mind, when he'd signed up in 1942, but, at least, he. I went back to my room. Two hours later. She walked into my room, long legs reflecting moonlight and the belt of her robe trailing behind. Without a word, she knelt beside my chair and reached into my lap. What she found only encouraged her. A short rub and we were thinking the same thoughts. I touched her lightly on the collarbone, traveled my hand lower, my fingers dancing across the acres of tanned skin. She seemed ticklish. Her eyes closed briefly as my palm found a home on her naked. Jeff, the owner of where I work had put plenty of money behind the bar so the drinks were flowing, it was the first real chance for me to really mingle and get to know everyone as at work people tend to focus on the work. By half 9 I was a little worse for wear and had decided to go outside for a cigarette,and it was there I found Jeff and Sarah sitting on the bench chatting. I will never forget the conversation on that damp and mouldy pub bench, Jeff had quietly mentioned in my ear that Sarah.