The wife asked us what part of the United States we were from, and Donna said we’re not American, we’re from Canada. She asked what brought us to ...his part of the world, and I explained how I was in the Canadian Armed Forces stationed in Trenton, Ontario, and on United Nations leave from my tour in Cyprus.She immediately called her husband to our table and told him I was a Canadian soldier. I showed them a picture of me with Donna in my blue uniform wearing my new Sergeant stripes. He stood me. And he was sure I fell asleep. A lot of sounds, train-running sounds, were echoing around. I kept my eyes, stealthily on my front. And then finally what I guessed or expected began.I vividly noticed a wavy movement that poked through blanket, however suggesting his obvious hand-movement underneath. I could make out what’s happening andI felt turned-on immediately. My wife was still asleep. From the mild movement discernible on surface of the blanket I could easily now make out that he is. She told me that it was eitherget in the car, or she would post the hundreds of pictures she had ofme all over the internet. I did as I was told!We went to a mall about 40 miles away, and coming in through a sort ofside entrance, went straight to a nail salon. I was given my firstmanicure/pedicure, and darn near died of embarrassment. Then, whenthat was done, we went down the mall a few shops, to a Claire's whereshe had my ears pierced, and cute little gold teddy bear earringinstalled! . ”“Why?”“Because I asked you to.”I closed my eyes and strained to hear, and realized that I was actually hearing a voice. The whining noise in my ears wasn’t the wind: it was Shawna. She was screaming and screaming, and I realized she was screaming my name. “My hands hurt a little. Can you let go?”“In a minute.”Shawna’s screams got louder. “But Paul—”I opened my eyes. I saw that my hands were covered in blood. I tried to move them and I couldn’t. I looked back and saw Shawna standing in the door.