Studying the passengers of each, searching for him, anxiously, hoping he will arrive soon. The music fills the room as she intently gazes out the wind...w, when she finally sees him climb out of his car. She says to herself as he grabs his bag from the trunk, hello beautiful. Grabbing the room key, hurries to the elevator to be there when it opens with her love. His tired face lights with amusement at the woman who he took a plane ride and then drove 2 hours to see just to spend the night with. . She bustled with a formal tea set. "Since we deserve nothing but the best, I shall prepare Tae Guan Yin tea. It is also known as Iron Goddess of Mercy. You may need her before I finish with you ... or you finish with me. It's like revolutionary warfare--there's room for both soft embrace and pounding one into the ground. After all, remember all the firebases at Dien Bien Phu had charming French female names." She looked sad for a moment. "Don't want to break the mood, but I'm thinking, briefly. Who needs transport more than soldiers and their supplies in a battle zone? Lewis had been in Iraq for one year and could see the end of his deployment on the horizon. On a morning patrol the Humvee he and his squad were riding in was struck by an RPG. The explosion threw him and one other guardsman out of the back of the vehicle, none of the others made it. His buddy was wounded and Lewis put field dressings on his injuries. Bullets began to hit the ground around them so Lewis grabbed his. By cooling it now, where do we go back to? How do I be his friend? Just his friend? How do I not hold his hand, kiss him, touch him? I don’t know how we were as friends, it’s too long ago.Those thoughts plagued me all week. They got worse last night when we were making plans for Saturday night. I was nervous about seeing Liam again and how to behave around him. Now I was nervous to meet him to do something so innocuous, so normal for us. His text suggested he felt the same as me, but I didn’t.