"Put up with him? My God, darling, I love him already! Both of them!" she had exclaimed, kissing her husband first, then the teenage live-wire she was presently looking at through the window, as well as Sergeant's massive head.

Dianne backed away from her vantage point, glancing toward the west to see the heavier night shadows creeping onto them. She wouldn't call him. He had been told to come in when it was dark. He still had minutes, but above all, she wanted to know if he would mind her. After all, it was impossible to think of him as a normal boy… at least, as she'd been taught the meaning of the word.

Turning away, the shapely blonde girl in her skin-tight, white shorts and pullover jersey began to take the dishes from the dishwasher and put them in their proper place. A tiny smile of excitement played around her sensuous young lips. It was almost beyond belief that Mark was back and that in a few more days he would be with her for ever and ever! Then, again she thought of Kye. Would she feel the same about him if it were not for Mark…? Yes… yes, she would! He was a beautiful boy! My God, in just three days she'd come to have such a strong, warm affection for him! They would adopt him! The authorities had to understand, and although she knew nothing about such things, she felt certain they would agree. Why wouldn't they? Wasn't that better than sending him back to the horror of war? God, no one could be that inhuman! Mark would find a way, especially once he knew how she really felt…!

He was so wonderful, her Mark! God, what a perfect marriage they'd had from the very beginning… finding each other sexually that first time… a rarity, she knew… but they had! And the last magnificent night before he'd left her… she'd taken him in her mouth!