Kitty lifted her head from my shoulder and straightened her body. I stopped squeezing her breast and caressing her tummy, fearing I had said something...bad.“Can you take us back?” she finally asked, as her hand took mine over her belly, but she didn’t move it away, just grabbed it there.“You want to get out?” I asked, pretty disappointed the make-out session had ended, but I started swimming towards the beach.“Not really...” she said, “but I gotta pee.”I stopped swimming. “Well, no need to get. "It was about the Peoria project and the lawsuit that's related to it."Bert nodded, still appeared confused."There's a problem with the drawings," Paul explained. "The Agency has them on their CAD server and someone, somehow, broke through the encryption."Dunn would often send drawings to interested parties over the internet. It was faster and cheaper than the traditional mode of sending paper copies by messenger. The CAD files were encrypted so that the official drawings could be viewed, and. That damned SAS survival guide was like a field craft bible.On the way back to camp I spotted a dead standing hickory sapling. I levered it over to take back to camp, roots and all. I had a couple projects in mind for that straight-grained wood.We each had brought enough fresh meat for a couple of days. I'd brought a steak for the first night and an un-sliced two-pound fitch of smoked bacon. The butcher called it hunter's gammon because it was double-smoked and dryer than the usual store-bought. "Really?" I said. "I thought this was the SEC Championship game." No, Doofus, you already lost that one," he said. "You're not even supposed to be here. You're supposed to be working on the 'D' drills."I laughed at him, and his face turned red. "Dude, our defensive unit doesn't need work on defense," I said. "We need work on this side of the ball."I didn't think he understood the thought process behind such a difficult concept, but he blustered on."Yeah, well, if you assholes are so great, how.