Our parents and grandparents fought in wars and some of them were drafted right out of high school. But it wasn’t the norm. And no matter what you h...ar about soldiers getting ‘Dear John’ letters, they were rare. Most of the men came home to their high school sweethearts, got married, and lived miserably ever after. I’m kidding about that.”“I have an uncle who...” I started. What had Uncle Dave fought in? It wasn’t World War II in this timeline. But was it Vietnam? Or Afghanistan? Why hadn’t. The botany lab was situated in an old building on lower campus, a part that became especially quiet on a Friday afternoon. The building has many storerooms and I was forever getting lost in an attempt to find the botany lab. On that day, I was lost again and arrived 10 minutes after the scheduled start of the practical session. Upon entering the lab, I noticed that Mr Gibbs our normal tutor was not there. I tried to enter the lab quietly but a voice stopped me in my tracks. “In my lab we. She lifted her arms and allowed him to slip her shirt up over her head and off, revealing her white bra. His heart soared at seeing more of her lovely, tanned skin. He bent and kissed her neck and down her chest to her cleavage, stepping out of his pants as he slowly pushed her back into the living room. Charmaine reached behind her with both hands and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall down her arms. It slipped to the floor, freeing her wonderful breasts. Ryan raised one with his hand and. So there I was, all dolled up and hiding it behind a bathrobe! I smiledas I walked into the kitchen, heels clicking on the hard floor. Aftercleaning up, I made a pot of coffee and took of the robe. I was reallyenjoying the feel of my soft blouse and frilly skirt.I made some coffee and peeled a banana. Eating a banana had neverbrought back memories before but I couldn't help but smile as I thoughtback to Saturday night with Harry.I went out to get the paper and was settled in reading it.