“That’d be nice! If I stay here, I am going to go nuts!”It seemed to Terri that Barbara practically jumped at the chance to get out. Maybe Paige...was right about something being wrong at the Blockings. “Well, come on over. We can go down to the basement and have a few drinks and banish Tom to the attic or something. When can you come over?” It was almost six-thirty and she and Tom had grabbed a couple of burgers on the way home.“Give me ten minutes!”Terri simply shook her head as she hung up.. The big blonde guy nodded toward the Sergeant Major, then looked over at me.“Alright Sergeant, where do you want it?”I pointed towards the back room. “I’ll be living in there.”The guy with the dark hair slid towards me. Damn, he was good looking, in that sort of tall, dark and smoldering, Italian way. His voice sounded like liquid sex. “Hello, I’m...”“Hollywood.” The Sergeant Major glared at him. “What part of ‘NO’ do you not understand?” Even though he didn’t raise his voice one bit, I could. In 1940, Britain was well-established in that region with both political and economic influence. The British Empire stretched far and wide in all areas of the populated world and they wielded a convenient reserve of international trade that was unequaled by any other country including the United States.The introduction of the “Afrika Corps” and the wily schemes of the “Desert Fox – General Rommel into the mix meant that the British would be required to respond with both land and air forces to. "Inside, both of you."I followed Hebe inside and down the hall to the kitchen. Mrs. H pointed at the kitchen table."Sit."I studied her face as closely as I could without seeming to stare. I doubt I concealed my anxiety, and I was right."Stop staring, Sam."I figured some toadying might be in order."Yes, ma'am." And quit trying to grease me up." Yes, Mrs. H." That's better."She didn't sit down. She circled the table. I felt her stare in the center of my shoulder blades, and wondered if she was.