She was meeting Roger Moore, her benefactor, pseudo-boyfriend for the next forty days, and her ‘date’, in St. Louis where he’d board and continu...e the trip with her. The hop to Kansas City didn’t even take two hours.Roger hustled aboard while the refueling truck topped off the sleek jet, the crew changed, and his luggage was tucked into the plane. Amber watched her ‘date’ and evaluated the man: strikingly handsome, early-forties, dark wavy hair, clean-shaven, broad shoulders, and an expensive. In all honesty, I remembered the names and particulars of some memorable senoritas with greater clarity than the troop movements of the mostly foreign rebel forces and the black shirted enforcers of the government point of view.From a military perspective, it was quite a lopsided little conflict with the forces of Generalissimo Franco running roughshod over the religious elite and the progressive thinkers that saw Herr Hitler as a threat to all of Europe as well as neutral-minded Spain.I had. His soft brown hair had started to get a little shaggy, she would have to remind him to get a haircut. She traced a finger through his full mustache where it was starting to gray. She had argued against his coloring it as she had considered that gave him a distinguished look. She recounted their twenty years together in a brief moment as happy and content. His indiscretions were few and had hurt her. Though her initial reaction was pain and uncontrollable anger she had eventually been able to. .." Don't leave please. She's not here." No she's not." So?" Look Debra, I know you're a nice girl. I like you. I'm sure if ... I'm not the type to start anything, to pursue a girl I'm attracted to. I've stumbled into relationships. A couple turned serious, and ... you grow out of it. This one though, it's..." You're in love Joe and it hurts. I was hurt more than once. I lost trust. Laura probably has the right attitude: fuck 'em and forget 'em. Not that she's a tramp. I am more than her, I'd.