Just make sure it's locked when you leave."He smiled at me and answered, "Gee thanks. I liked staying in the room, but it was a pain in the ass to get...someone else to watch your ammo while I took showers or ate. Now I won't have to worry about it."We followed the Corporal out the door, he put the padlock on the hasp and made sure it was locked then we walked toward the C&C.We entered the C&C and it was a fucking beehive of activity. The Corporal lead us to the briefing room which was full of. "Fran listened, especially to the tone in her husband's voice. She had never heard him speak that way about someone else before. She knew he had been in love with Patrice. They had shared many discussions about the summer of 1982 since that day at her parents' farm. Hearing Tim and Patrice talk about it, though, made it so much more vivid."That was so long ago, so much has changed in our lives since then," Tim said."Yes," Patrice said, her eyes darting to the rings on Fran's finger, "so many. He quickly scanned the pages. There were only two minor corrections, so he could finish the book and submit it today.“The rough draft of book three is nearly half written, and I have the plot outline finished for the rest of it,” he warned.“You must have been busy writing last week. You only had two or three chapters done and lacked the necessary continuity between the beginning and the end,” she commented.“Very busy,” he replied, and took his seat since class was almost ready to start.After. You…you ease them off with your tongue. It’s not a race, it’s a delicious moment for both of you.” She leaned over close to me and watched as I let my tongue tease the stem of the melon and then as I used the flat of my tongue to repeatedly remove one layer of seeds after another. When I pushed the last few seeds off with the tip of my tongue she let out the long breath she was holding and whispered, “Oh my God, that was so erotic and…and I want to try it again. Cut another melon!” She pushed.