"After dinner, I took the plates and rinsed them off before putting them in the dishwasher. I let the oven pan soak in the sink for a while to loosen ...he food.As I was doing my chores, Shirley came up to me from behind and hugged me. I could feel her boobs pressing into my back."Jim, I think I realize what you said before. You actually told me a lot. I'm sorry if I offended you."I turned to my wonderful girl friend. "You didn't offend me, but you did have me worried. I've been feeling guilty. The movements of the warring parties were so confused and haphazard that battle lines were often difficult to discern with certainty. This element of uncertainty about the location of the "front" lines was one of the reasons for our caution in rushing into an area we had not thoroughly scouted for ambushes or traps.I had recently been to a briefing by the Army Intelligence services and listened carefully to the details of their report. I was in the minority of combatants interested in these. I couldn't say exactly why it bothered me so much, but it did. I should have been happy, right? The barriers were coming down even faster than I could have imagined. Amy wasn't a model, she was a friend. A part of the family, really. That's the message I got and while I'd never been a model myself, I'd been an artist long enough to know them pretty well.Doing the job was like wearing a mask. If an artist asked Amy to get naked, it wasn't really her doing it. She was detached and distanced from. When they passed me, I said, "Jenny, I am sorry I picked on you."Even today, I can summon forth the smile on her beautiful face as she accepted my apology. "Kent, you know my name," was her only response. "Yes," I told her, "your friend told me your name." "My friend's name is Jill," Jenny told me.One day, saw Jenny leave Miss Babbage's classroom, and I knew who was her English teacher. "Hi, Jenny," I said, "so you have Miss Babbage for English?" Yes, Kent, I do, and I know you had her last.