When we stopped for a rest and a cold meal, I decided to talk with him about the energetic young woman I had spent an afternoon swiving."Did you ever ...hear tell of a colonel in the adjutant's office name of Forbes?" I asked him as we both watched large birds wheel overhead, hawks of some kind. I had found it hard to get the lovely blonde out of my mind, and I was sore as hell, wasted. My balls ached."Forbes, don't tell me you met his wife? Lord, I should have warned you," the captain said,. We could see his hands dancing across her chest, and while the view wasn't perfect, there was not an iota of doubt in our minds what was happening."You gotta buy some binoculars," I said absently."I know," he replied.It was our only conversation for the next half hour.We watched as their petting continued, and then suddenly she bent down and disappeared from view. Her face was now hidden behind the heavy door of the passionmobile, but it was obvious what was going on.Either she was trying to. It was as if someone had taken the perfect super model and shrunk her to a petite 5'4". My sister was having a house warming party so we grabbed some booze and headed over. My sister is 7 years older than me, a dominant feminist type that commands respect, and is the "mother hen" of women she surrounds herself with. My girl always wanted to be likedand accepted by my sister, and would do whatever necessary. Tonight, my girl felt it necessary to drink wine, glass for glass with my older,. Then, turning to address Amy, she said, ‘But surely you’ve heard of the casting couch?’ ‘Err, yes, I have,’ Amy said with a small frown. ‘But does everyone have to do that to get a part?’ ‘Does a bear shit in the woods?’ Mona replied, ignoring Uncle John’s frantic signals. John interrupted before Mona could continue. ‘Eve? I think we’re ready. Can you serve us now?’ ‘Si, Mr. Prentice. Please be seated in the dining room. I will refresh your drinks and serve the food.’ ‘Thank you Eve,’ he said.