" You too Bob. Do you want me to tell Hanson about this conversation?" It makes no difference to me. Do whatever you feel is in your bestinterest. Goo...d bye."He slowly walks towards the exit, looking this way and that as heleaves. When he reaches the exit, he turns and dips his head towards me.I nod back. He slides out the door.I feel a lot more comfortable knowing he's not in town anymore. A greatguy to have on your side when there's trouble around, but it seems thereis always trouble when he's. “This is going to be fun. I’m gonna get wasted and fuck like crazy.” “You always do that. WE always do.” ~*~*~*~*~ They both grabbed drinks upon entering the party and went to dance. The guys were all older than Whitney and Sarah but that was good. They liked older men. Soon one in particular caught Whitney’s eye. She whispered to Sarah, “I think I found him. I’ll see you at three.” Sarah nodded. It was their rule; they always left parties at three am. Whitney wandered over to the guy. He was. My dad was always reading He was soft spoken, gentle, and compassionate. Stan reminded me of a heavy set fifty-six year old Al Bundy. He kept his hair high and tight and what little he had was the color of steel. He wore glasses for reading (which he didn’t do often) but not to drive or watch television. He was a hardliner republican, and constantly made crude jokes about President Clinton (Who I knew for a fact my mother had voted for, but she never said anything). He liked camping in his RV,. To know that you’re a part of me.’ ‘I thought we were going to wait until we were married.’ ‘That was the plan, but a war can change plans.’ ‘I don’t think we’ll get the chance. I go early in the morning.’ ‘There’s no time like the present,’ said June, as lightly as she could manage. ‘Now? Here? Where anybody could see us?’ ‘I don’t think anyone will disturb us. We’re tucked away here and there hasn’t been a sole all day.’ The very idea of illicit outdoor sex was making Michael hard. He was as.