After all we both have had plenty to drink this evening, the question about a mistake was quickly resolved as Dave kissed me again but this time not a...chance contact but a extended embrace as his lips again met mine. He drew his fingers along the side of my face barely touching the skin and ran his forefinger across my ear and around the inside of the lobe. There seemed little point in protesting now as my initial silence gave him authority over my wishes to participate in what he wanted to. 'BCD', as it was known, was a roadside restaurant that catered for the nutritional needs of passing travelers and for the likes of Red who would each day after he had made a perfunctory inspection of his crops would go and take breakfast. He was not alone in following this routine for his neighbour Stan McGraw did exactly the same and each and every day (Sundays excepted when they went to church) they would share the same booth where they both would order and eat the same items from Bubba's. I listened and heard them telling their boyfriends to get their hands on some booze and to be at my house by noon. It sure was strange listening to five different cell phone conversations at once.Well sure enough they arrived right on time loaded down with booze and ready to get shit faced.I took a little walk around the neighborhood. I saw Mrs. Brown taking her groceries out of her trunk and offered to help. While I was helping I was telling her that my parents were away for two weeks and that. Next day morning roll call and parade as usual, that over, I marched my little bunch to the mt and we halted at the garage, the fitter`s fell out and I allocated jobs, Mickey had the kettle on and as usual I turned to go to my office when Caroline sidled up and gave me a small parcel on it an envelope.I knew better than open it in front of anyone so watched as she then drove away to fetch her passenger for the day. We drank the tea and I had Mickey cycle over to HQ and fetch the requests for.