A fire team from First Squad went with Captain Vernier and Lieutenant Southerland as they and our interpreter, Farid, spoke to the owner. Vernier and ...outherland were polite, the owner quite a bit less so. He was yelling and waving his arms around at Farid, right until Staff Sergeant Williamette raised his M-4 and pointed it at him. He settled down right quick after that! Eventually Vernier opened a rucksack and pulled out a stack of bills and handed it to him, and Williamette pointed towards. And went to the washroom. I got up and sat on the sofa and was checking my phone. She came out and sat on my lap. I was caressing her hair and asked what happened.Then we started kissing. We kissed for 2-3 minutes and then broke the kiss as we heard the doorbell. I was confused who it might be at 5 o clock in the morning. She told it might be her maid and opened the door. Then her maid came in and started cleaning.I kissed her once again in her bedroom by holding her waist. I bid her good-bye. My wife declared that she was going to take a shower and went into the bathroom, I waited outside and allocated the kids some activities to keep them busy, I inserted myself into the bathroom and offered to wash her back or something.She told me I should be out there looking after the kids but she sounded fairly tolerant and amenable.I persisted and pestered until she finally agreed to let me join her in the shower, she had been under the flowing water for a bit so her skin was glowing, more so. " I'm sorry Cindy. I know you're right, especially with all the other accidents that've been happening around here." I heard Bill say in a tone that for him was truly remorseful.I walked over quickly to where they were, to get some idea what all the commotion was about. The scene that unfolded before me was what appeared to be just a spilled ice chest with ice and water, and of course several cans of beer and soda strewed all over the kitchen floor.Also, both Cindy and Bill were wet and I.