In one of the intervals, when the crowds were calling for beer, gin and pigs-feet, Frank took me to admire the Ladies of the Night, in the area at the... back of the room that served as the promenade. They were certainly a contrast with the poor, bedraggled, half-starved creatures who plied for trade in the streets around the railway station at home. These women were well, even sumptuously dressed in bright silks and lace (Frank afterwards told me that most of them did not own the dresses they. “You eat too much,” he told the plant. It didn’t reply, being only a dumb weed left over from another insignificant, conquered world.Something moved on the pile of poop, and Omsk squinted forward. ‘Damn! Those three bugs have crawled up on top of the poop! The vine can’t reach them there... ‘Sighing, he pulled the lid off to a faint sound of hissing air and reached in with his tweezers. Picking up the first bug, he dropped it over a lush, dark green part of the plant. He smiled as it. Greg caressed his right shoulder, the wound he received at Dunkirk wasn't healing well. He shook his head as he thought about his new position in the army during the country's time of need. He was now the liaison officer for the Local Defence Volunteer formations in Wiltshire. He felt slighted that while his regiment went off on manoeuvres, he had to inspect civilians playing at soldiers. If it wasn't for Sergeant Sasha Bird of the WAAF he would have gone insane. She spent most of her free time. As i squeezed my way through the overcrowded kitchen, i bump into my new brother in-law, and his housemate who is renting the attic room in there house. I say my hello's and try to squeeze past them so i can get to the front door where i know i can have my cigarette, but as i squeeze past, i overhear the house mate say to my brother in-law, " what a sexy little bitch " my brother in-law reply's " if she is half as dirty as her sister, she would be a great little fuck " i look back in disgust.