I got us a pitcher of sangria and we sat out under the pergola in a beautiful October day. The campus surrounding us was buzzing with activity. The sk...y was cloudlessly blue, and the late afternoon sun was bright.Up to that point we’d exchanged exactly seven words. But it felt like we’d been sitting across from each other for at least a hundred lifetimes. She was still looking at me puzzled, like I was a novel species of anthropoid.She said with wonder in her voice, “I feel like we’ve known each. So the mood of carnality was maintained until we returned.Mike set a video running on the television set in a corner of the lounge, then announced that Gary's exploits under the table had given him an advantage over everyone else: he was the only one who knew what the women were wearing since they had changed. Time, Mike said, to do something about that. Quickly scribbling numbers on four pieces of paper, he invited the ladies to draw lots. Sally drew number one."What now?" she asked. I had signed up for an additional six months. After having served eight months of my first year, we could sign up for an additional half year at a time. My reason for signing up was I wasn't ready to go home. I still wasn't over Julie and our divorce. I often wondered if I had made a big mistake. I needed more time away, especially since I heard she was dating again. Life sucked!The best part of my life now was helping these displaced and orphaned children. Seeing the hope in their eyes kept me. ’ Paula smiled and laid her hand on his. ‘I love you, too, Bobby,’ she replied. Bobby couldn’t breathe. Paula said she loved him, too! He couldn’t believe it! His fondest dream had become reality! He tried to think of something really nice to say. ‘Ah…you…you do?’ was what came out. Cool. Paula nodded. ‘I…I think I’ve been in love with you almost from the minute I met you,’ she said. ‘I…I didn’t know you…you know…felt the same way.’ ‘I…I guess I have for quite a while,’ Bobby admitted. ‘I…it’s.