After putting on her night clothes and robe she came out. Grabbing my pajamas I went to the bathroom. As I was undressing I see her dirty clothes layi...g in a pile. Being nosey I picked them up. I couldn't believe how soft her panties were compared to my underwear. Picking up her bra I held it to my chest. Looking in the mirror something stirred inside me. Giggling I put it down and took my shower. Going to bed I couldn't stop thinking about Megan's under clothes. Peaking out the door, I seen. After 8 years overseas, all I wanted was quiet anonymity and more than a few of life’s creature comforts. I wanted big screen TV, stereo music, and movies on tap. I wanted clean sheets and soft pillows, hot showers at the twist of a tap and clean clothes every day. Most of all, I wanted peace from the screams that echoed in my dreams every night. My nightly nightmares had been a feature of my sleep for the last year or so, and they were a big factor in my decision to retire at the tender age of. The cheerleaders filled in with more cheers between band numbers.Finally I pitched the blazing stick back into the fire and took up a stance at home plate, facing the backstop, the crowd, the football team a few yards away, proudly, bravely staring right into Freschetti's eyes, not giving an inch to him. He was as naked as I was, a dark hairy figure among his sweats clad teammates.Forming my hands into a megaphone, I turned toward the crowd on the first base side."Who we gonna beat?" I. ~Another brick knocked out of the wall. I understand the reaction, butstill....~She flipped her hair back to spread it out. With luck it would dry bymidday.Today was the second high-value day and covered "Effective gift giving","Conversation, personal space and gestures", and "High- and low-contextcultures." As she studied the material, the planning subroutine in theback of her brain started chewing. It had apparently carried over intactfrom her old life and was processing the information.