Illustrated/visualized nudity.If you're uncomfortable with such things mentioned, or is simply opposing it, then I do not recommend reading this story....Another note: All artworks, writing, and characters in this book belongs to Galactic Panic. I do not encourage the redistribution or authorization of my works, thank you. + No tracers!I. The Meeting"So... You've been having these dreams for three weeks by now?" the doctor lifted an eyebrow at you, you nod in response. "Say, is it correct that. " they chorused, "Arnie, we have the sauna reserved for tonight ... wanna come?" Evil, evil, woman ... stay away from me. Don't be tempting beyond my powers of discretion." Is that a no? Arnie? Really?"Batting eyes, pouting lips and Keirstan sucking her thumb made Arnie arrange himself before he even got to the truck. He opened the doors for the girls, they all made for the front seat."No! No! and No! Two of you wenches get in back!" Arnie exclaimed. "We go through this EVERY-TIME we go. "Thank you for doing this for me. Daddy still isn't very happy about Roy, but Mom's helping to bring him around." I wish I could have helped out." You did," Merry said. "You found Kristen at my age. It's a hard argument to beat."I smiled at Kristen, who gave me a quick kissing motion with her lips. "Yeah, I guess."At the Legion Hall, Merry acted surprised. She was surprised, however, when she saw the stage set up. "Are you performing today?" The House Band is performing." You got the gig at. He'd recovered from his bout of concussion and had sought out his old crew. Regretfully, he told them, the young lad, de Castries son, hadn't made it. He'd died that evening. Father and son together, this was a filthy war, Benin thought.She wondered every night about John Greenhaugh. Had he been shot down? Or maybe waiting to be evacuated with the other foreigners in Barcelona? She knew it was the latter. She refused to believe that a big, confident man such as John could be lying in some.