Inspired by the Grass Roots Song: Midnight Confessions She saunters to the table, wearing that little black dress that she knows I love to see on her. Her smile tells me that the drink in her hand isn’t her first. It’s comfortable, relaxed, happy, and not just a little flirtatious. The music in the background is soft, but evident and her hips sway unconsciously to it’s rhythm. “Are you just going to sit there all night? O...

Private Rizzoli: “Sgt. Stipholz was the kinda of guy who was always jokin’ around. He was always trying to win the rest of the guys in the squad over by telling jokes, buying rounds of beers, stickin’ up for us if the captain was comin’ down too hard. You know stuff like that. He was a pretty good guy.” Private Fontaine: “I remember one time.. Damn, I couldn’t stop laughing … the sergeant was trying to walk the barrel of...

“Who is that?” “That’s not the girl…” “What happened to the girl?”“How long has it been?”The man and woman stood in the doorway of the second bedroom. Its bare white walls and softly carpeted floor held so much promise. “This will be his room,” the soon-to-be-Mother told her husband, her hand lightly touching the roundness of her belly. “We’ll put the crib in the corner there. The changing table can go there …” and in her...