Morales yelled, "I want you back from the mess hall by 0600. It's a two-hour march to the range and I intend to have your asses there by 0800. Now mov... it!"The day was a long one for Teresa Moore. A two-hour march to the range, hours spent pulling and marking targets, and then firing from the prone, standing, sitting and kneeling positions at known distance targets. Then, because she had pissed one of the noncoms off she had to clean not only her piece but her squad leaders too. The only good. Looking deeper into her eyes, I recognize a quick change that she obviously didn't mean to convey. The expression transcends beyond words what she intended to share but speaks myriads to me.As I looked deeper into her eyes I recognize a smoldering undertone barely perceptible but obvious in its message. This is further enforced as she slowly withdrew her hand from mine drawing her fingers slowly and delicately across my palm and sending shivers directly to my groin. The message was loud and. I think now is the time for doing. We can learn later.”“I hope that’s a promise. That you will help me learn later.”“That’s a promise. You want to learn about something I’m interested in. And I think I’ll benefit from teaching you about it. It’ll make me organize my thoughts enough to communicate to you about it.“I’m going to wash your hair.“For the scalp, gentle massaging and running the fingers through the hair or touching the scalp with the fingernails can cause someone to relax and help. ”Knowing that talking to Jim in that mood was not going to help the situation, Ed did the best that he could to prevent an escalation of the situation. With a curt nod of his head, Ed replied, “I’m leaving.”Jim followed Ed to the door. Even as Ed headed out of the restaurant, he shouted, “Get out of here!”As the door closed behind Ed, he looked back at the restaurant in total dismay. Shoulders sagging as if the spirit had been sucked out of his body, he headed towards the bar hoping that he.