We were taken back to K Coy's location and given a hot meal. They looked after us really well. Steak, chips, onions and mushrooms, followed by trifle ...nd ice-cream. Our own Bn. wouldn't have done as much. The chef said they did this type of op often enough and the army owed us. That made a change. We were usually fucked off at the high port without anything. We cleaned and returned all the kit we had signed out. The storeman said he would have cleaned it in the morning but we took a bit of. “So, how was lunch?”“Exhausting, I just got home from lunch a little bit ago!”“Holy mackerel that has to be the longest lunch on record.” She laughed, “yeah, I’ll tell you all about it when you get home but the short story is that he wanted to make up for running off the last time. And boy did he ever make up for it.” John didn’t come home until Saturday so she had an opportunity to sleep in on Thursday and Friday and rest up. When he did come home, she made him breakfast and when they were. It was a unique, scan-proof bag that had some way to make the scanners at the airport displayed it as something different than what was inside. I needed to pick a passport and take out nine-hundred-dollars and two of the pre-paid debit cards. Everything else from the metal box went into the bag. As we left through a door, in the back of the office, he had me put my empty metal box onto the pile outside the door.At least two girls came through here already.He led me to an elevator requiring a. I had to remember my daughter was already a young adult woman, and naturally girls thought and dreamed about these things too. I have to say the subject matter looked a bit peculiar for a girl to be dreaming about, but I guess that was just my opinion. The material consisted entirely of big throbbing penises shooting thick white goo into pretty young girls’ mouths.I hadn’t realized Laura had sneaked in until I heard her speak: “Did you manage to fix it, dad… Oh, err, hmmh…” She blushed adorably.