Les was no slouch, either. He dressed well but tended to stay with the college-age clothes style he was comfortable with. His job as an IT specialist ...eant he needn’t wear a suit. With his button-down light blue Oxford shirts and khaki slacks, ladies did still look at him.Decision time. Les punted. By the time he’d entered the house, Carolyn had unpacked and had made herself a snack.Les noted that she didn’t offer him anything, even a glass of water. She sensed the chill.His wife’s question. The refrigeration trailer CPT Smith left held all 50 boxes of frozen rations and left us enough room to add most of the meat we had butchered. All we had to do was fill the trailer refrigerator's diesel fuel tank every couple of days. We tried one of each of the menus just to see how they tasted and make sure we knew what we were doing. An Army cook took a day to show everyone how to prepare the meals.We all enjoyed the meal, it was not the best food we had tasted but it was filling and. We fucked hard that night.The next day I arranged to leave them on their own to catch up on old times.Hoping that my wife will soon enjoy his cock for the first time.When I returned later that evening nancy had prepared dinner.They were a bit tipsy.Nancy flirted with him and he her.They got on really well..Just like old times.We sat down and dined had some more wine.The music played in the backgound.Jay offered Nancy a dance.She glanced at me.I nodded to her.She knows where this is leading. . yeah I nervously answered. Thought so, wait here She must have been one of the staff who checked his post and might have seen my pictures. I always sent recorded delivery as even postal workers are known to rip up his letters. I was shaking, this felt surreal and I was suddenly totally confused about what I was going to say to him. A guard approached me, decent looking – in his late 20s or early 30s, with cropped black hair and icy blue eyes. Miss Shay? he booms. I nod immediately come on.