He keeps his hand firmly holding my tight ass as he leads me to the car. Opening the driver’s door he holds my hand and helps me sit. The car is low... and it’s more like falling, but once in the seat you feel like a fighter pilot neatly tucked into the cockpit. Nick hurries around to his side and plops down. He grabs my face, turns me abruptly and gives me a kiss that should be illegal. As our tongues meet, I feel his hands surround me tugging my hair. When we break, I put my foot on the clutch. She shifted her weight from foot to foot.“So this is the room?” she asked rhetorically.I nodded. It was a nice hotel and we had a room on a high floor. “We’ll probably be able to see the fireworks downtown,” I said. “Even if we can’t hear them.”I took her hand and guided her to the small sitting area and the large window looking south.“What’s in here?” she asked playfully.She walked to the open bedroom door. I followed her. She stopped at the foot of the king-sized bed. I took her hands. The last time I saw my sister was when she was only 15 and she was kind of flat but growing into her chest. When I got home, I saw that there was a letter from our parents on the table for my sister saying that they weren't going to home for about a week or two because they were going to visit our sick grandparents. So I looked through the house and no one was even home. So I went up to my old room and slept on my bed. After about 4 hours of sleep, one of my sister's friends walks into the. “The next thing I knew I was back on the battlefield in a tangle of dead bodies, dead horses. Everybody slashing, and stabbing, and generally butchering anything that walked, talked, or even slithered on the battlefield around us. I remember screaming at the top of my lungs ... no ... no ... not there ... not there ... God ... not there ... Over and over. Needless to say, I was soon back to the, what I was now calling “the Map Room” because I had more holes in my uniform and had died once more.
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