Itwas the first beam which was carved into. The person who started thiswas Homer. He got his name for he was the storyteller of the group.People who h...eard his stories said they were epics. The truth, at leastto Homer, the stories themselves were not special, it was the people,his friends, in them which made them so. He shared those stories soothers could see what he saw in them.After getting his and the Crew's story out Greg K. wanted Eck to sharehis. If Greg would have asked before this. “I better not find any spur marks in the leather,” I replied before I broke out laughing, as did everyone else.I was surprised that none of the girls were here with them.“Andy, when you get your gear stowed there is supposed to be some hardware under a canvas in the hangar for us to take back to the armory. Check it to make sure it is safe and not booby trapped before you load it into the cargo bay. Please,” I said.“You are not getting paranoid are you?” he replied.“We are playing in a much. He stares into your eyes, out beyond the end of the mattress and into the room, then down to the curve of your neck, down to your shoulder, covered in one of his shirts. You can feel him undressing you with a searing, burning intensity, feel the heat of his gaze and the shiver of his imagination on you, as his eyes move slowly, deliberately, from place to place. Unashamedly looking, wishing, pools of emotion in his eyes that mix confidence and susceptibility, to craft an expression you never. ”She told me she wasn’t a Gujarati but was from ….. in Bihar, at present returning from relatives in Kolkata. We were talking in whispers like young lovers but formally. But slowly we started talking more frankly and she told me of her early marriage, her unexciting life, her dull husband, dull not simply in a physical sense. She had an M.Sc. degree but what was the use of it? She was not complaining, not blaming, but just being frank. And was a bit sad. She was not a woman who falls for anyone.