”The cook from behind was yet alone and I sat up front at a table to look around at the surroundings. “You the new guy?” “Yes, I am.” “Whe...re are you from?” “Originally from Washington State but I was living in Hawaii when I got drafted.” “Draftee huh?” “Yes.” “I’m a lifer.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Tom.”The cook came out with two cups of coffee after a bit and sat with me. “I got things warming up in there,” he said as he relaxed. I couldn’t tell what rank he was with just a tee shirt on under. The first time she wouldn’t have snow at Christmas. Even if the weather didn’t comply, they always had snow- mom made sure of that. It might have been icing on gingerbread houses or icy flakes on the tree, but she always made it snow. She wasn’t being fair, she reflected. She had her husband, and they had their tree and their own Christmas to share. Maybe they could start their own traditions. She perked up a bit at that idea. As she locked up the library, her mind was already spinning,. ’ ‘And all you have to do is sit there. Then we have a meal and a party with dancing . . .’ ‘And then we all accompany you to the Altar of Consummation and strip off your scarves and garments, leaving you naked to enter into the hallowed rites?’ I enthused. ‘No, Mom. That’s where the similarity to the Blossoming Feast ends. Then you all throw rice at us, and we leave in a limousine to the hotel where we will spend the night.’ ‘Oh.’ I was trying to be a good sport, but it wasn’t easy. ‘And. I was dressed a little more conservatively in a tight t-shirt that did make my tits look huge, and a short jeans skirt. There were four married couples at the party including Ed and me, and another twelve single guys from the barracks. Ed and I weren’t used to drinking that much, so after a couple of beers and several mixed drinks, we were both getting buzzed.I noticed that Mindy was very friendly with many of the single guys, and they were dancing with her and rubbing her ass and the sides of.