But what drew me to him was his boyish, friendly expression, which was extremely ... er ... welcoming. I wanted to reach over the counter, pull his fa...ce into mine and give him a long, soul-full kiss, right there in front of God, his hot-looking coworker and the pudgy female admirer.I put my Diet Pepsi down on the counter and reached for my wallet. “Hi, how’s it going?” the tall drink of water said. I could see he was not a kid. Maybe younger than the other fellow, but his teen years lay. We walked into the lounge, it wasn’t much better, but here were the guys responsible for the squalor. Six pairs of eyes lit up as they got the first glimpse of me. Discarded beer cans and bottles were cast around as were take-out containers. The men were seated in soft chairs that had definitely seen much better days; I tried my best to avoid eye contact. Anita was greeting the guys, I just stood there. Anita now removed her leather coat and lifted the micro skirt right off me leaving the. I've already suggested that we do not wait too long to meet in person and that we might well become lifelong friends. Kirsten lives only about twenty five miles from me.After we hung up, I couldn't stop thinking about Kirsten. She did give me her last name and suggested we become Facebook Friends. She warned me that her pictures on Facebook were several years old. I sent her a friend request as I looked her profile over. Not a bad looking gal at all. In fact, no matter what she looked like she. Things that everybody thought there was plenty of at the beginning soon proved to be in short supply, and were added to the list of things we had to by with coupons.Enough of this, I was telling you about the stables. The next thing that really changed my life happened in early 1942. I was still sixteen, my birthday being in early June. It was during a sunny February morning and everybody had been out to watch the spitfires dog fighting with the Germans over the forest. The planes had flown of.