Mae, Beatriz, andWilma were watching his conversation with Cerise. "My Lady," hecontinued, "part of our agreement was that I might avail myself ofyou...r... flowers. I should like to do so this evening, if I may." But of course. My ladies are at your disposal." I am an artist, Cerise. I do not 'dispose' of such beauty; Iluxuriate in it."The three women sat up and posed, all offering themselves to thishandsome, cultured man. 'Finally,' Wilma told herself."My dear..." He stepped over to Beatriz. If I let them die or you for that matter, I am losing my men. In my book none of us are expendable in order to complete a mission. If I get hit out there I know that my second is more than capable of getting the rest of you back safely. If you or Chung get hit I lose a part of me that I can never replace. What I am trying to say is, to me the mission is not first, but the welfare and safety of my men are. When we leave this base or any base and go out there in no mans land the mission becomes. "Where would you have seen my picture?", I asked innocently.If it was possible her face flushed even redder and despite her claims of being hot she was shivering like a trout on a hook."I've seen your picture on the… ummm… internet. I've read your stories. I've ummm…" She was at a loss for words.I was tempted to look over at the thermometer. With a face as red as hers she had to be driving the temperature up. She was certainly driving mine up as I realized where she would have seen me and read. "No, David used to say it a lot."Martin gave her a look. "David used to call you a bitch all the time." Well..." said Danielle. "Not like that. He'd say I was really stubborn. I think he thought it was kinda cute." That's totally different," Martin said."It's the flip side of the same coin," Danielle said."It's politer," Martin said."Still means the same thing," Danielle said, and Martin conceded that with a tilt of his head."Well, look," said Liz. "You're going off to college. I mean, you've.