On the front page was a photo of him, in Spanish Uniform, standing proudly in front of an I16 Mosca. He barely remembered when the photo was taken. Ma...ybe 2 years ago, he thought, when the squadron received its first Mk 10. "You're a star, yes, like Hollywood film!" the Captain laughed.The Captain introduced each Officer, who warmly shook John's hand. When the formality was over, they mobbed him, firing questions at him that totally defeated John's limited understanding of the language. John. I couldn't keep my eye off her all night. I had to seem like a stalker with my eye's, I wasn't paying much attention to the conversation at the table with my friends she was lust at first sight. I had to make a restroom trip and when I walked out she was standing there. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach creeped up to my throat when she said hi. I had a high school k**s reaction when I look back on it, kind of makes me smile and giggle. I managed to say hi back, when she walked close to me. You?re only a virgin once?I want to break in that ass with fireworks. Do youunderstand?? Still sucking, the girl gave a slight nod of her head,murmuring a slight ?Mmm, hmm.? Finally satisfied that the moment had built up as he hadwanted it, he pulled from her mouth and directed her to get the wedge shapedpillow. Undressing himself, he watched as she placed the pillow on the bed.Then, her face a grimace of fear, he watched as she slipped across the pillow. He approached her at the front, lifting. She was directed into the presence of Mr N'kwase, whose beaming shiny black face was curiously at odds with an almost impenetrable Glasgow accent."Och, ye're a' wet, lassie" were just about the only words Venetia understood. "Ye'll no' have a macintosh?"Undecided whether this was a statement or an invitation, Venetia agreed and made her escape, only to realise as she came out on to the warm Georgian stonework of Dudley Square that she no longer had a folder to hide behind. She even toyed.