But you have to explain me: she was really bad. How could you?’ The soldier looked his commander as if he couldn’t explain. Then he shrugged: ‘S...r, you stand right. She was revolting. But see it under my point of view: I did fuck a goddamned Captain!’ The Colonel and I burst into laughing. Time to go home. The 3rd Bersaglieri Regiment came to relief us, and I was placed in charge of the very first party on the way back to Europe. I suppose it was kind of a reward from the Colonel for my work,. The next time I went over to watch, I wore a sundress without anything on underneath, and brought my little mini travel vibrator with me. I also brought over some cookies again as a cover. When I peeked into the bathroom, I was a little disappointed. She was sitting down, just washing her hair. I decided to wait in the kitchen so that my cookie-giving would look like something I did regularly. After a few minutes, I heard her come out of the bathroom and go into her bedroom. Shortly thereafter,. I'm not sure how long it took for him to get his first peek but he did give us a lot of extra attention. I noticed he was standing at an angle which would give him the best view. After several glasses of wine Christi had loosened up and didn't keep trying to adjust her top as she had been earlier in the night to keep her breasts out of sight. I'm sure the waiter noticed as well. We had made plans to go out to a couple of bars after dinner but we were having a good time there and Christi was. "I think thatis a necessary step whether we finally go ahead with this project ornot." Maureen agreed, so I logged onto the Writers Guild website andmade a note of their telephone number so that I could ring them thefollowing morning.The next day I did, indeed, ring the Writers Guild and they were mosthelpful. By lunchtime I had myself an Agent, one William Fowler. Hesaid he would be happy to represent me in issues relating to my writingand that I should contact him following my next meeting.