The eyes behind her small steel-framed sunglasses peered into a slim novel by someone called Jeanette Winterton, whom he’d never heard of before. Bu...t when she turned her head around to look at him as he stood a yard or so away from her, he now noticed that she wasn’t a young lass at all. She wasn’t old exactly. Well, younger than his Mam which was Paul’s benchmark of middle-age, but not that many years younger. Maturity had made her breasts pendulous, her arms thicker than the stick-thinness of. It seemed like one or both of them would have commitments. And if not, then one of the kids would come along to join them. So while she loved the house, it wasn’t exactly what she had thought it might be. After the holidays Dianne decided it was time to escape for a couple of weeks. She did her homework, checked some flights and found some that were inexpensive. Then she asked Will if he would take the time off and come. But he claimed to be busy with work and encouraged her to go. I believed her and come out of my room and went outside where she was.When I went there, she was not there but then suddenly she came out from the back of the door where she was hiding and threw gulal over me and screamed happy holi. Seeing gulal on me I became furious and ran towards her with gulal in my hand. Seeing my running towards her she ran towards terrace and I caught her on the stairs just near terrace and tried to color her and she was pushing me away. I was trying to apply it on her. "I did decide I needed to make some suggestions to the Captain so I took off to find him. He was busy swearing at the squad when I came up. I suggested, "Sir! Perhaps we need to get the AC-130 back here before we're overrun."He gave me a dirty look and said, "Sgt. Blaine if you were killing these fucking towelheads instead of flapping your mouth at me, we'd be fine. Now move your ass and start killing these fuckers."I was fuming when I moved back by George and said, "Hells bells, there's one.