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Paul slid the third button from it's tight slit of her soft, pink, blouse. His heart was racing. She's never allowed it this far before. Fingers now touching, where they dared not before, Kay's heart was pounding as she felt his hands slide quickly down her blouse.

After months at sea, the site of a beautiful womans breasts were wonderful. I felt like jumping in the water to rescue her. But I knew we had a protocal for such things and I knew I had to get a grip on myself.

Whilst Dan Brown made a lot of money by writing the "Davinci Code" and calling it fictional, its more than obvious that he shook up several cans of nasty worms, that had been just sitting around for a few centuries.

In my view, the United States is now, and has been in a state of war with Iran for some time now. Its not full blown yet, but keep in mind, that we didn't call Korea or Vietnam a war either. Our politicans simply called them conflicts. Yes, we are clearly at war with Iran, but its not very popular to be at war with Iran right now, so no one is saying any thing.

When you serve in the US Armed Forces, a sense of watch out for your buddy, and he'll watch out for you is instilled in you all throughout your service time. I can't think of any other place where you could make a better friend. Time and time again GI's make countless sacrifices for one another.

In my opinion, making any sort of connection between the attack on Pearl Harbor by the Japanese and the 911 attack by terrorists is totaly ludicrous. The Japanese wanted to be the dominate force in Asia, and the US was simply in their way. Long before we went to war with Japan, we were doing things to keep Japan in check.

As my horse galloped ever faster along the beach I pulled back on the reigns to slow him down. But it seemed as if something unforseen was guiding the horse. As I pulled the reigns back even harder my horse bolted into the air throwing me to the ground. That was the last thing I could remember as I suddenly felt a breeze on my naked body in the tropical heat. As I opened my eyes, she was beside me, holding a paper fan in her hand. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my mortal life, yet I knew that somehow I had known her in another time and another place.

I suppose that just about everyone that lives near a creek or a lake takes a skinny dip at some point with a friend. Its quite a normal and natural thing to do actualy. But at least in Robert's case, he never experienced a skinny dip.

Bob had always worked downtown. He loved the narrow and crowded streets of Wall Street. He loved to grab a knish or a hot dog from a vendor as he rushed down the bustling streets, reading the latest financial news while speeding down the street.

That really brought back memories. As I drove along the Interstate to the Mall, I said to my nephew. "Let me tell you about my own fashion experience and just what it really now means to me for someone to value my opinion on clothes."

No one ever wanted to dare know the sacrifice that so few made for so many. Its been about 25 years now since it happened, and I think at last, its time to talk about it. There is no more Soviet Union today. But at the time the Iranians took the hostages, the US and the Soviet Union could have become easily embroiled in a world war if the US did to Iran what Iran deserved to have done to it.

I would have ran for my life if only I had realized that I was talking to a dead person. Because such a thing happening was so unexpected, I just never imagined that the person could have been dead when I was talking to her.

She was as Irish as "Paddy's pig", yet her olive skin glowed with evidence that she had the blood of the Spanish Conquistador's. Her eyes sparkled as she sat by her window and I wondered who this vision of an Angel could be. I wanted to say something, but she was three stories up. When she stood to look at me my heart throbbed wildly with excitement. Her cut off shorts showcased a beautiful pair of legs. "How could I only be living two blocks away from her and never have noticed her before,?" I wondered to myself.

I couldn't believe that I was all alone with part of the cross that Christ had carried. It felt so strange to think that just an ordinary person such as myself would now be in the presence of the symbol that had forever changed the world. Just a short while ago I had sailed the seven seas and had behaved like quite an ordinary sailor.

After a time, he could feel lips pressed on his. The lips were soft and sweet. He could smell the scent of a fresh morning bubble bath. He could feel hot air blowing into his mouth. But he could not move. His eyes refused to open. But he could feel the sun now. Then he felt tender fingers touch his face.