Squirrel did not even go to the latrine without a pistol and knife, and he played around with explosives as if they were Play-Doh. Squirrel was a bach...lor and lived in a mobile home out in Spring Lake, a small town on the opposite side of Bragg from Fayetteville. I only visited his trailer one time. I never went back after he proudly showed me a bedroom packed from floor to ceiling with explosives he’d smuggled off the demolition range. Jesus, he must have had a ton of C-4, composition B and. He had just returned from his last deployment to Iraq and barely had any time alone with his girl, and now he would have to leave her once again. So he wanted this night to be special.They kissed and snuggled and made love over and over until they were both worn out and sexually satisfied. Tommy went into the bathroom and wet down a couple washcloths, then brought them to the bed. He lovingly wiped Becky clean with one of them, being sure to wipe her pussy and ass well. She picked up the other. The torment and the submissive pleasure it afforded him was far from complete though. Miriam grinned wickedly.'Yes. We shall have complete silence from you while I enjoy the novelty of my choice.' The arm on which the sarcophagus hung was swung slowly back in an arc to the far wall, so that its captive occupant could see the floor between it and Miriam standing dominant with her kneeling slave. Her husband squirmed in divine submission, his anus clenching the butt plug tight as the two. I understood its necessity and I was willing and able to use it, but I didn't approve. I also understood the necessity of a bank and I used them as well but I didn't like them either.Interrogator: "Did you kidnap the American?"Soldier: "Yes,"Interrogator"Do you know where he is at this time?" Interrogator.Soldier: "No, not exactly,"Interrogator: "When did you last see the American?"Soldier: "That same day. We left him with a comrade."Interrogator: "Where did you leave him?"Soldier: "At the.