Checked into a hotel that I would live in for almost a month as I began trying to piece together a new life.I knew better, but couldn’t stop thinkin... of everyone and everything I had left behind. It wasn’t healthy, but I began following the news about Kansas City on my new laptop. Took out digital subscriptions to various KC sites. It was especially excruciating to watch Leisurely Lane slowly erode, slowly go downhill. Shortly after I had said goodbye to Kansas City, my sometimes boyfriend,. Colonel Slade has often spoken of you, and it is a pleasure to finally meet you."Brigadier Stanhope did not look like a cunning, courageous, spy. He had the high domed forehead of an intellectual, and I later learned he was a Classicist who had gained the highest academic honours from Oxford University. His voice was soft and gentle, and I could not imagine him bellowing out orders on some blood soaked battlefield. In fact he looked, and sounded, as if he would be more at home as a don at an. The man holding her down, higher in rank, said they had to tie her and bring her with them. The man holding the rifle, younger, skinny and only 17 years old, with wild eyes, kept saying that they should just shoot her. ?Women no good,? or something to that effect in Vietnamese, he kept screaming. She had scared the shit out of him and he wanted to exorcise this demon by killing her outright. Victor Charlie, never having encountered a woman in uniform before, didn’t know what the hell to do with. A sense of guiltiness started taking control over the mind. How can I do this!!!.. What will my parents think. What if my husband comes to know about this. These thoughts started troubling my mind. I was not able to pick up the phone as I was feeling very bad for what I had done. The call got disconnected after two times.I got up from the bed and started cursing my self.I was standing near the window unsure of what to do next. Suddenly I felt someone’s body behind me. It was Manoj. He came from.