<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">A Lover's Kiss, <strong>A Husband's Grip </strong></span><br/><br/><em>Verasaille, TheSaneOne, Steele</em><br/><br/><br/>Dr. Hess was walking back from the lab to his office in the Gainesville VA center after a semi-long day of interviewing the new inductees. Most were in the presence of gathering their belongings and their over-packed manila envelopes and heading for the exit.  He felt a little out of place here because for the most part it was manned by true lifers that served over 25 years for their country and then wanted more. So they came to the VA, some got paid, most volunteered. Lawrence Edison Hess came to get paid. He worked hard to get here, real hard.  He finished a seven year goal in only 6 years completing his Doctor of Psychology degree at the Melbourne based FIT (Fla. Institute of Technology.)<br/><br/>Larry wasn’t sure what path he wanted to take after his schooling. He played on the beaches mostly after he graduated, not wanting to rush right in and choose the rest of his life. Giving him a chance to share his good looks along with his brains. His inch shy of 6’ and 182 pound frame, thick black hair with small tints of grey at the ends made him quite the catch. He played but he wasn’t ready to be caught just yet.<br/><br/>The famed attack of 9/11 did manage to capture him and he took the bait and served for 4 years in the AAC (Alaskan Air Command) preparing and treating the pilots mentally for their missions. The young commissioned fresh out of school pilots, Some he deemed capable of handling the task others were cross trained into something more formidable.<br/><br/>Four years was enough, he wasn’t cut out to be a lifer like his father was. He returned to his stomping grounds, this time a little more Centralized at the Florida Gator town. He’d been back 2 years and was awarded a C-9 position due to his 3.8 GPA, for the Head of Psychology at the VA clinic.<br/><br/>The ones left were elderly retired war vets with canes and walkers but there was a younger couple sitting that wasn't in possession of the introductory handouts. He presumed this may be his last appointment of the day.<br/><br/>He could see the man sitting there tightly construed in his black T and Levi’s, was a little uncomfortable here, getting a little fidgety as appointments always seem to run longer than the expected times in the VA. His fingers baring into the knees of his jeans. His boots tapping morse code on the hard laminated floors. His partner, wife, girlfriend was trying to calm him with her small hands attempting cover and sooth his nervous gestures. His long uncut hair and few day old scrub on his face was the norm for recently discharged vets. Larry Hess had definitely seen his share of them come and go.<br/><br/>The woman was much more comforted in the surroundings then he was, that was normally the case anyway. She sat there a gratuitous fake smile on her face, very light make-up if any, she was just naturally gorgeous, long reddish hair adorning down her white tank-top. The rest was shielded from view from a LIFE magazine.<br/><br/>Larry couldn’t get much further than that as he was caught in both of their glares as he walked by ..”Hi  Nathan?..I’m Doctor Hess. I am so sorry for the wait. We overran a bit with orientation. I would like to see you both”, that seemed to gain a suspicious surprising look from both, "in about 2 minutes please. I will be right back for you. That will be alright with each of you won’t it?"<br/>