Dale was different, always being quiet, but holding those strong opinions of hers. She too, was a person who always felt the need to be constantly dra...wing lines and daring people to cross over them. Lines to protect her sense of fairness, her need for privacy, and whatever territory she had marked out for herself. She was a lot like Emily in that way, able to resist pressure from anyone, and willing to argue her side of an issue well past the point of reasonableness.She managed to overcome all. We sat chatting, and watching TV for the rest of the evening, and decided to go out the next day, and show him some of the things that he hadn't had the chance, or the money, to see. Linda told him that she had already put out towels for him to take a shower, if he wanted. He went into the bathroom to do what was needed, and shower, and she and I went into our bedroom. I asked if she wanted to greet him in her usual manner, and she replied. "That's what you bring him home for, isn't it?" I had. As he placed the flat tire and jack back in the trunk she moved closer to him and opened her purse. "Oh crap, all I have is a ten spot. I thought I had a twenty." Andy protested that ten was more than enough. "Nonsense. I promised you twenty and twenty you shall have. If you can come by my house later I will give you another ten," she stated, noticing his eyes locked on her tits. "Okay, where to you live?" Pennington Place. I'm the last ranch house on the right." Okay. When will you be home?". You can ride with us, but we’ll be leaving in the morning.”Wojo was Patrick Wojohowitz, a Marine vet like Mikey, only while Mikey had lost his mind, Wojo had lost his legs below the knees. Bart was an Air Force vet who had done two tours in Afghanistan, mostly at Bagram Airbase, which he described as a major league shithole. “Give me a minute.” I set the phone down and knocked on Brownell’s door. He yelled to come in, and I stuck my head inside. “Lieutenant, is it alright if I take Friday off?.