"So do you have a girlfriend?" Hillary asked."One of these two gentlemen with us must be your boyfriend," I replied. "Besides, I'm only here for the d...y, so nothing can happen."Hillary snorted. The lift chair had reached the top of the hill, so I stood up and skied over to my friends. Maurice and Jason were looking down the hill."What's the plan?" Maurice asked."I say we aim to the right of the lodge and join the mountain run just below it. After that we take the mountain run," I. I’ve mentioned in the past that Eisenhower remembered me, even if he hated George Patton. Patton did something no one thought he could do, relieving Bastogne. Probably a fourth of our field artillery was being pulled by German trucks before we were done. By the time the Germans called it quits on that battle...”He paused, blinking back a couple of tears. “We’d lost about a third of our company. But we’d put two full fucking tank battalions back into the war!” He took a larger drink.“Jesus,. There was no turning back. I quietly stood before him and gently touched his face. My finger trailed his soft pink lips and he slowly looked into my eyes. He somehow knew and sensed what I was thinking and gently kissed my lips. I was totally consumed in the moment and did not stop to think or care where I was and who was there. I pressed my breasts against him and I knew that even through our clothes he could feel the heat coming from my body. Now he’s backed up against the wall hands on his. Their bedroom door was open just a crack. I could hear Paula in their... the sound of her voice muffled in a pillow. She was moaning rhythmically."Uh... uhh... uh... uh... uhh... UH! UNHH! Unhh! ...nhh..."I tried to resist.The bedroom was lit with moonlight from the window. Her skin was aglow with it. Drenched with sweat, she moved rhythmically with Tom's darker, powerful figure hunched over her from behind. She knelt on the edge of the bed - her slender calves dangling over the edge, her toes.