I love you too." And I really did. We didn't love each other in the same way like my mother and she knew that, but she was just as important to me and...I was glad that what just happened, happened.We rolled around a bit and soon she was sleeping with her head on my chest. Her hair smelled delightful and she looked so peaceful breathing calmly in and out. Then I heard something that sounded like a scream of pleasure coming from the room across ours. I laughed silently. My mom just came, probably. Rolling Stone's son's ship had moved to intercept something.My God, Ashley was aboard that ship. I ran towards the billowing smoke. I was shoving people out of my way heedless of their rank. If anything was left of her, I wanted to see if anything could be done for her.Rolling Stone was right behind me, then she grabbed me."Let me go. I have to get to her."She held me back long enough for others to help. How I will never know."Relax," she said. "there's nothing you can do, and nothing you need. The usual call from James, "what unit you in"? as he was driving to meet us, "be there in 5". Knock knock, I opened the door, as I let him in he shook my hand and then went straight to my wife to give her an hello kiss. Monica usually a little shy was covered under the sheets sitting at the bed headboard. We started chatting as it was between 1 or 3 months since James last fucked Monica, chatted about anything and setting a relaxing atmosphere, some drinks until as usual, James stripped off in. Initialed bag. DJA Excavator.'Doesn't sound very exciting ... but it is ... if you like that sort of thing. I do.I loved the camping and the hike to the dig through forest sided cricks. (A Crick is a stream in some states, creek in others. Some places a crick is a Branch. A crick could be a neck problem ... but it's not.)A sample campsite: Elevation 6300 feet. Mountains to 8500 to north. Campsite level, about 15 acres. Cook tent to the south end. Stream to east side. Many archaeologists tents.