Poor Tommy was going to be bald and suffocating if she didn't finish soon.No wonder Tommy hadn't asked her out again. If his mistress found out, she'd...probably cut off their play. Sighing, Sunny walked resolutely away from the Wagner's bedroom. She had fully grown men after her. She certainly didn't need to crave the attention of a college boy. By the time she reached her room, her empty tummy had reasserted itself. She found her purse and left the house in search of a thick burger.Mr. Wagner. Everybodyneeds love and adventure...... how true.We pulled up outside a pretty standard looking London pub and Markopened the door going inside with me following behind. Just abouteveryone in the pub was male and they turned to look as we went in, myinitial nerves subsided when Mark was greeted by everyone, and as wemade our way into the crowd I felt quite a few hands on my bum. Therewere a couple of other young femme guys there, although I was the onlyone in a skirt. There was a lot of leather. I poured that stuff on thepotatoes, and they were runny! It was all a miserable mess. Only theturkey you argued about was any good at all! I just want you to knowyou'll never work out here agai....~OH, Shut UP!~ "Shut Up! That's enough!" I yelled as I pushed the pausebutton "Bitch!" ~Shit, shit, shit.~*****"You gotta give them a reason to put their aprons on so the guest willthink they did most of it," I had told Shelly last night, "I give themsome cr?me fra?che to add while reheating the. It was beautiful and sort of reminded me of Alexandra in her Sunday best the last time I saw her. The computer program was easier to find in the PX and I picked up a couple of nice bottles of wine for my sister and Ilsa at the Class Six. And I was all set to leave Saturday morning.On the drive down my thoughts slid towards Shameera, as they often did when I had nothing better to think of. She was in bad shape when we handed her off to the Brits running the C. S. H. (Combat Support Hospital).