I had no answer. I was caught and badly so. “Don’t tell me you wear these!” she said in disbelief.“I was with a girl last night di – Tanu,�...� I uttered somehow. “And?” she asked curiously. Before I could answer anything, the bedroom door opened. Tanu entered wiping her eyes, stark naked, most probably to pee or due to the commotion. And that was it!Annesha di looked at her, sighed and sat down on the sofa. Tanu had no fucking clue what was happening. I signaled her to cover herself and that. I barely knocked it aside in time to keep from being skewered.”“Well, that doesn’t sound like bad news. Thank god you knocked it aside.”“Yeah. The private is cooling his heels for thirty days in the brig at Fort Number 3. But in the meantime, the troop was sent on to Omaha. Riding across Missouri is no vacation.”“Yeah, tell me about it.”“Anyway, I remembered what you said about camping out in St. Joseph. When we got there I looked high and low. There was no sign of Miss Miranda or any couple. Sarah on the other hand was a very pretty girl, 23 years old intelligent and a fun loving girl who basically loved life, and all she wanted was a husband who would love and cherish her as she deserved.She was a normal intelligent girl, and like many young girls she had a couple of brief affairs which then fizzled out before the marriage. The question of her virginity had never arisen before the marriage in discussion with her husband to be. But obviously her future husband had taken it for. " The man said, calmly. "Ifigger you musta had a breakdown or somethin', huh?" Yeah, something like that, Earl." Carl said, adding sarcastic emphasison the name gleaned from the oil-smeared embroidery on the coverall. "Iran out of gas. I need to be filled up." Don't worry, Carl - you will be..." Earl said, placidly."How did you know..." Carl started to ask, confused - only to break offwhen his gut gave an odd little rumble, suddenly accompanied by a low,insistent pressure, like a bad case of.