"I hate to say it, could we go out to a hamburger joint? I don't have any money."Brooke said, "Don't worry, I have enough cash for both of us." And ha...e you jumped in the rack with some boy just to show Howie?" she asked."No, but I thought about it." Unfortunately you will find that most aren't as good as Howie," Dorothy said."It that a problem?" Brooke asked."You are damn right it is a problem," Dorothy said."How big?" Brooke asked.She said, "About a six. Damn Howie loves women too. I mean he. I wanted to scream at her that I used to be in love with her.She looked down.Maybe she knew already. Those Valentine’s Cards I sent her were always anonymous but maybe she knew. Those roses I sent to her house once were also anonymous but maybe she knew.I was in front of her face now, looking at this goddess I used to worship from afar. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, but I couldn’t get my eyes off her gorgeous face—that little knob nose, those cheekbones, that pointed chin. She wasn’t. She pulled a Playboy out and flipped thru it. She asked me why men looked at this stuff. She wanted to know why her husband would look at those women when she was right there. She stood up and spun around with her arms up showing a nice but a little chubby body. Then she asked why men want women to shave their pussys. I told her I am not particular, some pussy do not look good shaved. Sara said that her husband had been hounding her to shave her snatch. I told Sara my wife sometimes shaves. The cave was very shallow and would never hold a large amount of munitions but it faced away from the village and any errant explosion would not harm my homestead. The oak door was locked with my last iron padlock and the two extra keys given to Grimm and Tharin.Both the mortar shell and grenade were fitted with needle percussion caps which would ignite once armed and contact was made. A metal needle would penetrate a paper cartridge filled with black powder and primer to create the required.