I went to her wardrobe and open it and there was a few draws which had her knickers which were plain big sort ,same with her bra's and tights nothing...exciting and her clothes hanging up were mainly ordinary work clothes.In the other corner was another wardrobe which was locked and the key missing,after looking round saw a small jar on the table as I shook it there was a tiny rattle and tipped up and a key dropped into my hand .The wardrobe opened and was the same as the other ,a few draws. Mike growled, "You canlaugh at us being a couple of 'REMFers' but I look over your uniform andnotice something glaringly absent: overseas service bars. He has three,for 18 months of service overseas in a war zone- as an engineer no less.Meanwhile you don't have a single service bar on your uniform despite 21years of active service. You have seven service stripes, but not asingle bar. Strange, considering you were in the infantry during activecampaigns in the Sandbox."He smirked then added,. I had to admit I was quite excited at the thought of finally getting into Darlene and possibly even Jack without any repercussions at work.We had some drinks, ate dinner and sat down near the fire to chitchat about work, life and relationships. They kept asking me if I was dating anyone and what kind of sex I liked. I could sense what they were after but I kept on playing coy as I wasn’t sure I was about to like where we might have been headed with a few comments from Jack about bondage type. After he left, taking them with him, he had reconsidered and gave me full custody during the divorce. He wanted unlimited visitation and I agreed without reservation, because to have my boys was all I had left. I needed them more than they needed me. They had it hard during the depression but fortunately I never neglected them while I was falling apart. I had Rick take them when things got too bad but always came back for them. They supported me, probably with coaching from Rick. All in all, it.