Everything, Matt. The life and the home you ended up growing up in, it’s not anything like what we dreamed about when Chris was still with us.”“...eally?”“It’s not at all what we planned.”“I ... guess I didn’t really know that.”“No, you wouldn’t,” she said softly.“Why didn’t you go on with your plans?”“Because that day, everything changed. Everything we ever knew, it didn’t quite fit. Melissa and I still had each other, but it wasn’t complete anymore. We couldn’t fill the hole that Chris left,. I hadn't paid any attention to her when I came in and I continued to ignore her until she let loose with a tiny snore and wiggled around for a bit before settling back into a deep sleep. The sound caused me to glance over at her and I saw that her legs and settled into a wide-open, floppy sort of pose, with one knee cocked up and the other kind of kinked sideways. I ignored her some more until I got thirsty and went to get a glass of water. As I passed her on my way back in, I saw that her. Trumpeters at RAF Halton played reveille, lights out, fall in, and all other applicable military trumpet calls, on the long stemmed cavalry trumpet, which I found much more difficult to master than the bugle. There was also the fact trumpet practice was held every evening, which became an added gradient on the steep learning curve in becoming a trained armament fitter via the RAF Apprenticeship scheme. I had further calls on my limited time with fatigues, and the never ending tasks of polishing. She undid her cuffs and easing the blouse over her shoulders, let it fall to the floor, along with the bra; his soft, moist lips kissed her front, lingering over her nipples while she fiddled with the zip of her skirt. He grinned as she unzipped herself and rose slowly, her eyes flickered as she stared at the kilt. “How does it come off?”“Hah, got you there,” he chuckled, “that’s payment for all those tricky bra straps you’ve had us men struggling with for so long.”She sat back and examined it.