The professor laughed at his youthful outburst, "You wouldhave been killed right along with many, many others." That's true, what the professor said, ...'ve seen what warcan do." One older man spoke knowingly."He's right, I was in Nam for two tours. War isn't anywhereas glamorous as you may think." He held his hand up, threefingers were missing. "That's what being a prisoner gotme... don't tell them what they want, they cut one off andmove to the next. Pretty soon you'll be spilling your gutsand. In the raised middle, white sheets had been draped, probably to protect flesh from the sharp straw.The congregation - Lauren thought there were about ten or twelve only - sat on two pews at right angles to each other, at the near-side of the white altar. Five huge candle- holders stood on the ground around the altar, taller than Lauren, containing thick white candles ready to be lit. Lauren was surprised to see TV screens dotted around the room until she saw a camera that was obviously there to. A nearly perfect hourglass frame, long blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes and an electric smile. The month I owned her was the best, and worst month of my life. A rollercoaster ride of a story that I wish was still writing and not merely remembering.How we met was awkward. I worked with her family and had a semi adolescent crush on her MILF of a mother. I have the outward appearance of being a sane, rational gentleman, while inside I am, and will always be, depraved. She had no interest in that. I explained who I was and what I wanted the place for and the leasing agent offered to show it to me, she wanted to regain an income from that property very badly. Chuck Long the president of Lamda went with me to meet the agent and we knew we had found our ‘frat house’ as soon as we saw the space. The only question remaining was could we afford it. The agent let it slip that there weren’t many takers for an apartment this size, I think she was new and didn’t realize that she shouldn’t have.