My unfortunate father passed away then only along with the driver but my mother thankfully survived albeit with lot of injuries. Upon hearing the news...about the accident I flied immediately to London. My mother was being treated at a government hospital. I got her transferred to our own city for treatment. She was under intense treatment for about a month after which she was released even though she had not recovered completely. She still had occasional painful bursts, had a sling in her arm. He went over to the window and looked out to see who was knocking. He swore at seeing two state troopers standing there. There was a third man wearing a suit and tie. “They take this no smoking shit way too seriously here.”He shouted, “Hold on a moment!”He put on a pair of pants and a shirt before opening the door. He was still buttoning his shirt when the smaller trooper said, “Harvey Berry, you’re under arrest.”“What? For smoking in a hotel room. Are you out of your fucking mind?”One of the. I went to bed and surprisingly fell asleep Saturday morning was hot and steamy. There was a hurricane out there somewhere in the South Atlantic.I had a cup of coffee.I still wore my sleep shirt when the doorbell rang This was it, but it was not-- it was a man selling Termite inspection.I managed to get rid of him,he was reluctant.I think he was more then interested in my night shirt.Funny how much of an exhibitionist I was becoming.At 11 the doorbell rang again.I answered it and there was a. He kissed me before raising my hands above my head and Kissing down between my breasts to only hear the familiar sound of metal clinks. He stopped shocked to see that his dog tags were still hanging over my heart, one side bare of the engravings from me rubbing it as I feel asleep. I blushed and ran my fingers through his hair those dog tags would be around my neck until the day that I died and no one would ever change that. I tried to flip him over but He was still stronger than me and held me.