" Wadda you mean?" This time Bronson's curiosity got the better of him and he looked up. Pasquale was hanging by his tail. That wasn't so unusual cons...dering his specie. But on his face was a grin unlike any ever seen on a possum. His forepaws were busy doing something Bronson felt certain he didn't want to know about."Pasquale, what in the name of Moby Dick are you talking about?"The possum continued watching for a moment, then he glanced down. "Man, that dude is like some k** unwrapping a. Over.”“Roger, Badger 3 Zulu. I will be in position to make my approach in zero five. I will advise then, wait.”I left my ruck and weapon in commo, grabbed a smoke grenade, the PRC-25, and my flags, and headed out to the front gate. Hadley was waiting for me outside of commo.“We need to get the area behind the front gate cleared. They are going to bring that chopper in there,” I told Hadley and Sawyer, as he joined us.For the next couple of minutes we were very busy, as we cleared the area. Not with words, at least. Instead, he kissed her even deeper and more passionately than before. Erica pulled him close. She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to hold her. She wanted him to make love to her.Steve continued kissing his mother. The love he felt for this woman was incredible. It went beyond a son's love for his mother–this woman had chosen to become the woman that raised him. Steve wasn't an "accident" or a result of one night's wild impetuous passion.She willingly accepted him. I resumed swaying my hips on the way out the door and to his car, opening my door and ushering me in. We drove the 30 minutes and stopped in front of the local mall. My nerves were starting to act up again as we stopped and parked, Henry getting out and coming around to open my door. Just seeing his smile and taking his hand calmed me down and made me feel so safe that I wasn’t bothered by anything. I got out of the car and swayed my hips as we made our way to the mall, his hand on the lower.