I thought I would be returning home after my thirteen month tour, but it didn’t happen that way. I got a couple of weeks off to go to the Philippine..., away from the war and all the bullshit. The only problem is that I was alone. I don’t know if my mail didn’t get forwarded or if Mel stopped writing me. I guessed I would just have to wait and see. I found companionship with the local bar girls. It seemed odd that the sex was so open in other countries. These women just wanted a good time with. I said yes of course. then we planned that I shall pick her up on my bike on way from college, do the shopping and then she shall stay at my aunt’s place for the night and also invite them for marriage.As planned I picked her up on Friday evening and we went to the city to buy few suit materials and saree for her. I help her select and she was quite impressed with my sense of ladies dress selection. Then we went to a tailor for getting the suit stitched. I was stealing glances as the tailor was. He slowed down and set the cruise control, so he would only have to steer. Having his foot on the accelerator at a time like this could get very hazardous. Ante knew there was no stopping her as she reached down and pulled up his shirt. He gave in when he felt the gentle caress of her lips against his skin. ‘Sweet girl,’ he managed to whisper. His breath quickened as her tongue fluttered back and forth, trailing down his abdomen. It was all he could do to drive when she came to the waistband. " She shuddered and edged closer to me. "I thought he was nice," she whispered, nearly inaudible, "then he beat that girl so bad." And I bet you think I'm nice too, I thought wryly. What on earth makes these kids so naive that they'll jump from one betrayal right to trusting a stranger again? A few weeks on her own and she'd learn to be wary, but get them early enough after they run from home and they're vulnerable. Once seated at the diner, I said nothing more to her until after we'd ordered.