The smell from the dead POWs was overwhelming! But there must have been a crack or an exit above the cave as the air coming in from where we had opene... the entrance up carried the smell away rather quickly.I told my Master "Have your trainees take paper and pens and go over all of the killed POWs. Make notes of their ethnicity, height and guess at their weight. If you can find any identification like American dog tags, write down this information on the paper. If you can tell, write down how. This seemed to work and the dog settled down a bit. Until that night.We had gone to bed exhausted from the fresh air and the work that had to be done around the farm. It was quite early for us, but we had just about run out of energy. Jock, started to yell and although the stables were quite away from the house, his whining and yips could be heard as if he were in the room with us. I decided to go and see if I could calm him down, otherwise we would be getting little sleep.He was trying to claw. We finished our drinks and went to our cars, morris said i will escort u home, i said i will be fine, that he didnt have to. he followed me home, i opened the remote gatewe both drove in. i got out of the car and so did morris, i opened the door turned to him said thanks and good nite. he pushed me inside closed the door and started to kiss me i pushed him away, my heart said no , my hormones said yes, i felt my pantie get all wet. he held me and started to kiss me i started to kiss back, it. Joe watched as Craig calmly walked away. He walked around for a few minutes and realized how wrong he was and what a fool he made of himself. Jealousy got the best of Joe and he was trying to figure out a way to let Craig know he meant no harm. When he got to the locker room, Craig was emptying out his locker."Where are you going?" Joe asked."Back to the hotel," he said, dryly."You're finished?" Looks like it." Craig continued to avoid looking at Joe. He was obviously disgusted."I'm sorry.