I leaned against Angelo who wrapped an arm around me. I felt safe. The man shrugged and did an about-face, leading the way into the building. We follo...ed, Louie before Angelo and me and Maxie behind us. Angelo kept his arm around me. The Mexican driver remained outside.We walked through a hallway with doors on both sides, like in a hotel. It was dimly lit, but even in the low light I could see the smudges on the walls and the stains on the nappy, dark brown carpet. The air was stale. I stopped. I spent the rest of Sunday in a funk, thinking of what might have been. In that funk, I couldn’t even write in my journal. That would have to wait.The next week was a blur. I really wasn’t in the mood for much of anything. I ran in the mornings, which gave me time to think. Something was nagging me in the back of my mind. About the baby and what had run through my mind. There was a clue there if I could decipher it.On Wednesday morning while I was jogging, it hit me.I was born in April 1963,. “What are you doing?”“The air raid sirens.”I felt sopping wet while I stared at Bobbie’s glistening face. “Fuck the siren.”“Fair enough. Get on your knees, I want to take you from behind.”I laughed and got on all fours. “I hope you’re not getting ready for life in the Navy.”“What do you mean?”“You’re not going in my bum, I hope?”“Give over... We’ve ran out of Vaseline months back.”I stuck my backside into the air while Bobbie stood behind. He was never a subtle lover, and he rammed his cock. I mean it was really tough, and being as young as I was and still trying to have some fun with my friends! The main thing was to destroy the NAZI's and the JAPS and win the war so that everything would return to normal.I was of course in school back then and this man came around one day and asked a bunch of the boys in gym class about joining the "scouts". I had heard of them of course, but really had no desire to join because of the war effort and what I was already doing for our troops in the.