Thought we had a pet living under here.”“A pet?”“Sometimes mice and other little animals like to find a cubbyhole to crib up in. This ain’t ...hat.”Gravel was agitated as he slid back out. He stood up, started dusting himself off. I brushed his back down, ridding him of a few stray twigs.“What do you think?”“I think that this thing’ll pay for itself if that’s what you want. ‘Course, it doesn’t come with maid service and fresh linens and little bars of soap and free shampoo...”“And the next door. She felt good with these small things and showed more love on me. She loved to play with my hair.She teased me always by putting her fingers inside my mouth and I used to suck them like I was starved for days. She laughed at this and also used to play with my cock the same time. This all used to happen when the kid is around.I always asked for a fuck but she’d refuse it by saying that kid might see them. She would kiss me passionately for a while and whispers in my ear saying that it would. Gee, thanks! The major had saved us some more walking with that order, but it could also mean that we could get killed. Oh, well, win a few, lose a few. That's what war was all about.The next morning about 1000 hours, a pair of Sherman tanks showed up. It turned out that they were here to support us, and we were very happy to see them. The extra cannon and machine guns would be welcome at any time, but we were beginning to feel like we were way out on the sharp end of the spear! We all wanted. "Give me your clothes and put on your new outfit Melody," she said with asmile. "Don't you just love it? It's what a street whore would wear," sheadded with a laugh.My stomach did flips at the sound of her laugh. Not for the first time Ithought about Melody. I hope she was OK. She had done nothing wrong thatnight. It had been entirely my own fault.I could get the lingerie on with no problem thanks to all my practice. Ipaused to look at the rest of the outfit and thought how my wife haddressed.