.. I only like girls, and I only, you know, LIKE girls. I just- Ijust didn't want to hide who I really was any longer." Harriet's eyesmeet mine as she... says this, and all of a sudden, I realise what Harrietmeant when she said she had something at her house that would help me.What she did must have taken more courage than I can possibly imagine-but she did it anyway, and I can tell just by looking at her just howrelieved she is, as though a weight has been lifted from her shoulders.For the rest. My hearing had gone when a shell had landed close by, the blast and shrapnel ripping through my comrades and knocking me off my feet. I had one broken leg and a badly damaged foot in the other leg, along with other less troublesome wounds.Furthermore, I was stuck at the bottom of an older, partially-flooded, shell hole and soon exhausted myself utterly while fruitless trying to climb out, the collapsing mud under my hands only serving to widen the hole I was stuck in. I was losing a lot of. Slowly I moved my waist towards her hips. Now my lund was touching her ass crack slightly. Her ass were soft, sexy. I pressed my lund still harder. There was no movement in her. I thought she was in deep sleep. So I placed my hand in the cleavage between her boobs and started moving slowly up and down suddenly she turned towards my side but she was still sleeping.I got scared whether she wakes all of them but my luck she is in sleep. I waited for 10mins. This time her face was so close to me. Soon we started to go out and then we shared that special moment when we gave ourselves for the very first time.But time changes things. After school we went to different colleges, sure there were phone calls but as time went on they became fewer and shorter.Then one day they stopped altogether. After many months of not hearing from her I tried to call but the phone had been disconnected.As time passed I wonder what had became of her. A few times I would pick up the phone but I didn't know her.