I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet.He is still sleeping when...I enter the shadows of the bedroom, his long frame thrown across the bed, his face creased into the pillow. I smile. I cannot help it. He’s finally mine and it is so new I feel like I have to pinch myself.I set the coffee silently on his nightstand then grab a bobble to tie back my hair. I slip off the t shirt, and slide back into bed. His. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One strong hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward and pushing my breasts out. I felt a point of cold steel softly touch my neck and slowly trace down my body to the base of my shirt. I heard scissors open and deftly slice my shirt from my body, causing a quiver of fear and excitement to run down my spine. Again the. A visible 50 pounds or better of fat. He was wearing a navy-blue imitation uniform with gold and silver braids. They were everywhere, on the cuffs, the lapels, running down the pants’ outer seams, which had a 10-inch bellbottom. There was no way in hell I was going to ask how many buttons.Next were the ribbons and medals. He had more than a North Korean General. The mixture of colors, shapes, and stripes was blinding. To top it off was his hat. Easily a foot-wide saucer cap, the same color as. I found a sign that said we were on Hillside Lane but I couldn't get a signal on my mobile. So I made my way back to the car, stopping every thirty seconds or so to try again. By the time I'd reached the car I still couldn't get a signal.I peered through the passenger window "Can you get a signal?" I asked Tree."No" came the reply, "What are we going to do now?" I don't know yet" I said "There aren't any houses even I could go to."Just then a white Transit van pulled along side."Need a hand?".