Ever since the Americans had come to England, the talk around town had not been about the war. No, it had been about the bomber boys. The Americans had waltzed right into the picture, deflowering women like they were getting paid. And the women no longer spared a second glance at a Brit. All they wanted was a Yank, even if just for one night.

Determined to find out what all the fuss was about, you and your friend Grace snuck into London one night, stealing your mother's best dresses. You were desperate to get a taste of the real world, and were acting more grown up than you really were for two 19-year old sheltered girls.

"Look at them." You say to Gracie once you're in a bar, staring across the room at two handsome Americans. You were mesmerized with the one with the dark hair, mentally planning how you could get a man desired by everyone alone.