Bill made the football team in his senior year and was the starting outside linebacker. For a guy I always thought was a pacifist, he hit and played l...ike a linebacker. I remember standing on the sidelines near Coach Warner and listened as he yelled encouragement to his players. He was a very good coach and I think Bill did well because he wanted to please the coach. By mid-season, Bill was an assistant defensive captain. He wore that title with pride. He had earned it.Sandy was doing well, but. The tanks were now driven by Spanish crews, although 'drive' was hardly the word. They were all dug in as static artillery, there not being enough gasoline for them. They all waited in apprehension for the coming storm of the expected Nationalist attack.Barcelona was in a curiously festive mood on the morning of the 23rd of September. Perhaps it was the two weeks without daily bombing? Perhaps it was just the chance of having a celebration in the middle of the misery of a civil war?The. Turning to Allison, he held up the ring. “Allison, will you accept this ring as a symbol of my commitment to spend the rest of my life with you?”She beamed. “Of course.”He turned to Kara, holding up her ring. “Kara, will you accept this ring as a symbol of my commitment to spend the rest of my life with you?”Kara grinned, pounced, and pinned him to the bed. “Yes, yes, yes!”“Kids! The Fosters are here!”“Guess we better head downstairs before your mom sends up the search team” he joked.“Yeah, we. Mercy! Please!"I'd made my point, and I'd enjoyed it. "I'm finished now," I said calmly. "Back under the covers! On your back! Legs open!" Yes husband."I undressed while she wiped her eyes and composed herself. "I'm sorry, Griselda," I said, "but you've given it, and now you'll have to take it back." Yes, husband. You're right to correct my faults." Of course I am. I'm your husband." Yes, husband." I undressed, climbed on the bed, slid under the covers, and onto Griselda. I rubbed my.