“Yes?”“My name is Ed Thurmann. Rolly was in my platoon when he died. May I come in?”She felt slightly better. This was probably just a sympath...tic visit and not an official one, meaning no bad news from the Defense Department. “Of course. Please...” She closed the door after the tall man entered her simple home. He followed her eyes, and she felt reassured that his visit was friendly, for he was smiling happily and looked excited. But Isabell noticed that behind the eyes was something else,. As always the bag was hanging loosely on one of my shoulders. It's a habit I got from my friends when I was about 12 or 13. I just have to turn here and I'm going to be in the hallway where my dorm room is. Suddenly out of nowhere I bump into someone, I'm on the floor and so is she. I shake my head taken by surprise, because I didn't want to bump into anyone (being hot really made me pissed off). "Damn, I'm so clumsy" I think to myself. I quickly jump up leaving my bag on the floor and trying. "Carl, look up at me when I'm talking to you, this is a very serious matter," the calm exterior and crisp voice broke momentarily. The boy's passiveness was maddening.Carl obediently looked up at him with a coolly detached gaze.Dean Townsend shifted around in his chair and continued, now in a more mellow tone."I knew your Dad at Yale... Why I was even with him the night he met your mother. She was a beautiful, charming woman Carl... I-I was more than shocked to hear of her untimely death last. Before another word can come out my mouth,She stopped and whispered shut up,Before I knew it,our clothes were disappearing,Her lovely tongue went back to work,as if it's only purpose was pleasuring,Still in my mind I still questioned,Instantly i thought i'd let my actions find the answer,So the tables were turned,as i pushed her against the wall,Held her hands back,and my body started to talk,Using my tongue,kept grazing it onto her bare chest,Softly swirling it around her nipple,trying to do.