I don't like these stupid games you enjoy playing!" I roar at her, as I slam the book on the table. Lori looks frozen in place with hurt and shocked ...yes. "I'm...um. David. I'm sorry. I wasn't. I... I was just...I was just trying to ask what time you had planned to start the party is all. This wasn't one of my jokes. Why are you this angry?" She says, shakily. Hearing the wavering of her voice makes me realize how I just spoke to her. She didn't deserve any of that and I feel instantly. ‘Come on, baby, I don’t want to drink alone. You don’t mind having a beer with me, do you?’ he asked. He set the six-pack down on the coffee table, opened a couple of cans of beer, and took along swallow from one of them. ‘Rod, please, you have to leave,’ Wanda said. Rod looked at her and a cold smile formed on his face. ‘You don’t really mean that, baby,’ he said. ‘Not after all you and I have done. Come on, baby, have a beer.’ Wanda was really frightened now. ‘Rod, stop it, I want you to. Having noted the clouds this morning, I had worn my rain gear and thermal clothing. Fifty-two minutes after leaving home, I cruised up to the gate at Fort Bragg.“Jim Reynolds reporting as per Lt. Commander Ferguson’s request. Someone is supposed to meet me to show me where to go and someone else is to receive my arms and ordnance,” I explained.“Ward, Caplan, your visitor has arrived,” the gate guard shouted to someone inside the guard shack.“Weapons?” Petty Officer Caplan asked me.“Everything. Wishing she were somewhere else and didn't have to be the audience for her friend playing the field.I gave them a moment to settle in and then called the waitress over to send a Cosmopolitan over to their table. She made no effort to hide her doubts about my odds with the blonde. I let the drink go over, let Blondie look over toward my table and seem disdainful-- while still keeping the drink. I went to the bar and ordered another, and then walked it over myself."Um, I don't know how to say.