. one by one the faces grew a third eye in the middle of the forehead ... it was extremely slow ... I could see the bullet moving toward the face. A s...hadow of the bullet formed ... grew smaller ... the tip of the bullet touched a dot ... a pimple ... the pimple grew, so slowly. The grooves, barely moving as they spun the bullet, keeping it burrowing into the skin. It began to flatten as the hollow point touched the bone. It spread, four copper arms slowly extending as the bullet continued on. I've often wondered if he's been driven to achieve because he had a premonition that he might lose his life very young." My wife has an aptitude, not the sight or anything like that. We're practical salt of the earth people here, Jethro, but when it comes to our son, she senses things and she has been telling me all the while that it was bad, much worse than he let on. The Corps doesn't send able bodied young men like you both home for scratches. Both of us know that. I took shrapnel in the war. That was until a week ago. I'd received a message from a single lady who called herself lover_girl. Like me she didn't have a picture on her profile either. We have been sending messages back and forth to each other for weeks. We talked about our last relationships and how they ended in tragedy. Hers in divorce and mine in a bad breakup. We wondered why they would hurt us. We didn't push meeting right away. We went with the flow and waited until the time was right. That time came a week later.. None of them gave a shit. To them I was just one of the lads. I think in some ways it made it harder to meet guys – or at least long-term boyfriends – because they were pretty protective over me. Especially Huey. On more than one occasion after, uh, entertaining a gentleman friend for a night I’d walk in on Huey grilling him in the kitchen. Often the poor guy looked too stunned to say anything back to him. On those occasions I’d lurk in the doorway, listening, waiting for someone to either grow.