I couldn’t help but wonder if they acted in their own country with this sort of attitude to the common folk that made everything run with precision....After all, it was the little people that filled the ranks with hardy souls to do the dirty work of Empire building and cannon fodder for the shadowy figures in Whitehall that pronounced and postured but never fired a round.It never ceased to amaze me that the high ranking British officers seemed to have more of a spirit of kinship with their French. He blushed and apologised and said he wouldn't do it anymore. I said I just wanted to know why he did it. After lots of hesitation he admitted that watching ladies smoking got him excited. I said, 'Do you get a hard on?’ He blushed even more and nodded.I said, 'show me' and took a deep inhale of the ciggie. I looked down and could see the bulge in his trousers.I finished my cigarette and by then it was time to go home. As I drove home I kept thinking about what Marc had said and by the time I. I never could do that before tonight. Meeting the angel of my dream did not rid me of them."After carefully wiping away his tears with the palms of his hands, he lay down on his side and tightly clasped his pillow to his chest. He moaned into the pillow as he remembered the dream."That poor boy!" His broken lament pierced the silence of the night.He was dirty, disheveled and stunk of blood, sweat and filth. His lank hair crawled with lice and the burlap rags he used as clothes, infested with. Yes I did make the joke of saying “Best Star Trek movie EVER!” About 20 minutes later Amy came running out of the house, dashed to the corner of the fence and started puking all over the place. “Hey, Darren, are you still good to drive?” She asked trying to catch her breath. “Yeah, you want to go now?” She obviously did, not many people want to continue partying after puking. “Just let me finish throwing up.” She said. After a few more heaves from her, and another hit of the watermelon.