Yet if there exists a duty to one’s dreams, and if those dreams are good, just, and pure, then the person must act upon them. The Imam, in his deliv...erance from the fires, must have questioned his Creator and believed instead in those dreams given to him, regardless of Hell’s consequences.And his were only dreams, just dreams, preposterous and absurd, grandiose and misunderstood, never overt but always kept in the vault of a young person’s heart. Just simple, childish dreams.It’s hard to say. As they moved toward the widest of the excavations where the main buildings of the resort would be built, a burly man with a closely trimmed beard waved and moved toward them. Clad as they were, he also wore a yellow vest with the contractor's logo on the back."Rummy!" he called, and strode up to them, towering over Helen — though not over Rummy. "Morgen, Frau Wallace. Glad to see you here. Where's Dumont?" His voice carried over the noise of equipment everywhere. The man was Werner Siegmann,. I sensed there was a far deeper reason for her trek into the grove of trees late at night, so I leaned back and decided to take a different approach. “Can I call you Kim?” I asked. “Sir, yes, sir,” she responded. “OK, look,” I responded, “That’s one to many ‘sir’s.” It was a sticky, hot evening at Fort Knox, the kind where you sweat, even sitting still or just laying on your Army cot in the woods. “I was thinking to elevate you to a company command next week,” I remarked. Cadet Milowsky’s eyes. She held me tight, even when I moved to roll off her."No! No stay there." It took some time for my breathing to return to normal. I raised my head and shoulders, Jas asked wordlessly for a kiss, and out tongues fought for possession of each other's mouth.Eventually I rolled to lay by her side, and she cuddled into me."That was baby-making." She declared. A while later Jas murmured in my ear."Now you know why I could never let another man have me. You were awesome, Stud!"I was away on business.