It is in the houses on Main Street, USA. It is in the offices, in the fire stations and in the restaurants. What we are fighting for is not here in th...e mountains. It is across the sea, there, at home. I won’t lie to you, dear wife. I feel fear every time I go out into the field. There is this deep ball of fear, excitement and adrenaline combined down in the pit of my stomach that I can’t seem to shake. I wonder if the fear makes me coward. Or does the fear make me all the more real. Does it. Yes, I admit it, I missed the thunder and lightening and danger. I missed the clandestine meetings, the quick and dirty rendezvous. The dark corners of shopping mall lots, the front seat of a car in a parking garage, the trips to make out lanes where we were probably the oldest couple parking.I missed being bad.And although I kept my secure relationship with my nice, normal, Financial Analyst boyfriend, I rekindled my clandestine relationship with Mr. Little. Somehow, I managed to keep the. I will have to curl my hair likeMother did on Saturdays. But to be sure I got away with it I would haveto do it so carefully that no one would notice.I planned my outing on a Friday so it would be less crowded and thisgave me plenty of time to return the curlers I borrowed from Mother.Brenda had curlers also but that would be much harder to do especiallysince I would have to wear them overnight to be sure my hair wascompletely dry.Brenda's mother did have a hooded portable hair dryer but there. We can eat whatever we want and play cards all night long!”“You’re on, pal!” Ralph says getting into the spirit, the idea of spending a whole night alone with Norton pleasing him immensely After making a catastrophe of a dinner, Ralph and Ed are standing at the small kitchen sink in front of the open window, doing the dishes. Norton is washing in his happy-go-lucky manner and Ralph is drying and doing a slow burn as he watches his slim pal goofing around. Ralph was secretly enjoying watching.