She kept talking about this and that. Her husband is usually away during weekdays, he travels a lot in his profession. I know he drinks a lot when he'... around during the weekends. Her life cannot be too happy and she really needs somebody to talk to from time to time.This time, it was me.As she kept talking she also moved slowly, slowly to her left and I could tell how her eyes were focused on trying to look around my raised knee to see what was hiding behind.I felt playful. With a natural. As usual at that time in my life, I wasted no time telling d him all about my breakup with Wendy. He seemed quite sympathetic and interested, leaning forward and offering me advice. As he made his points about how I should handle my pain, he kept touching my knee. I thought about moving my leg away from him or telling him to stop, but for some reason, I didn't. The more we talked the more his hand simply rested on my knee. I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but soon I got used to it. He. Nekada sam ga bas namjerno zadirkivala. Npr. dodju oni kod mene, a ja stavim bose noge na stol, svjeze nalakirani prsti. On sjedi i samo upija. Mene je to zasmijavalo. Tako su prolazile godine i ja sam cesto igrala tu svoju igru sa njim. A onda je on poodrastao. Jedne veceri poprilicno kasno oko 10 casova neko zvoni na vrata. Otvaram kad on stoji na vratima. Kaze donio sam ti nekakve serpe sto je mama poslala. Zaista je trebao donijeti te serpe, ali me iznenadio ovako kasno. Bila sam u sorcu i. "HEY, BILL, I NEED THE RADIO! ... BILL, DID YOU HEAR ME? ... PVT. WILLIAM SMITH, REPORT!" Sarge, Bill's dead. I saw him go down as we bailed out. He had a string of AK (AK-74) bullets across his back and through the radio."Damn! Now what? No radio means we are in deep shit! "WE DON'T HAVE A RADIO TO CALL FOR HELP! ANYBODY GOT ANY IDEAS?"A voice came from upstairs. "SARGE, I GOT MY CELLPHONE! IT WORKS AROUND HERE! MAYBE THAT WILL HELP!" PITCH IT TO ME! I'LL TRY CALLING FOR HELP THAT WAY! ....