I didn't believe it at first. I told her she was lying. Then she told me about that birthmark on your butt. She also told me what you told her about t...e lake cabin. No one else knew that Hanna, no one." Carla was in tears now."Carla I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that to you. I do love you, honey. Please, forgive me?" Hanna said, fear making her voice hoarse and deep."I forgive you Hanna, I would be a very small person if I couldn't forgive someone who is so obviously repentant," Carla said,. Nothing at all. My sleep patterns changed. Rather than going to bed and lying awake, I sat up reading, only going to bed when I felt that I was about to go under. Often, I misjudged and dozed off in the chair, waking up a few hours later fully rested and ready for another day. My body had trained itself to manage on less sleep, and I was glad of it. Babs wasn't happy, though. She didn't want me in her bed for sex, but she did like to cuddle up to me. This led to me staying out of her bed even. I reached down and lifted the bottom of her night gown revealing her panties. I knew I shouldn't keep going but I just couldn't stop now. I pulled back on the waist band and could see her thick bush for the 1st time. I tried squeezing my hand down further searching for her opening but realized the panties were just going to have to go so I slipped my fingers on either side and began trying to gently force them down. They started coming off then got stuck. After a few more gently tugs her ass. The Irishman would be looking for a road less traveled.So maybe it wasn't so much a spy hiding his defecation, as much as a simple miscommunication. We pushed on to Biloxi, because we had no where else to go. The admiral could be setting us up, but then he was wasting a lot of resources to do it.It was 8PM, when I found the White House Motel, Then it was only after a tip from the clerk in a gas station. The White House Motel was actually a small group of 1940 style tourist cabins sprinkled.