The cab driver stopped in front of the main building's double doors. "Out you go," he said. "Inside, I was told there's an office first thing you see....You should go there. Um. Good luck."With that, he drove off. Sam exhaled and walked through the doors. Inside, there was an open space, kind of like a lobby. No one was in sight but murmured voices from nearby rooms and hallways could be heard, if not understood. To the right were doors with a sign that read "Auditorium Entrance" with a hallway. Even though he had nice firm chest he had a big belly too with a rugged beard as well. Okay before I continue, I'm gonna name these two uncles. The one opposite my apt is Jim and the bearded hunk is Jack. Anyway, back to the story. As we were just chatting Uncle Jack casually asks "how many times have you seen me sneak around?" I told him about 3-4 times all the during the midnight or later. He opens up about what he did. Seems like they were bi swingers and they were into wife sharing. I know. All honorable service. Riley won’t get a medal for this. We’re not fucking green berets with purple hearts flowing out of our asses. This is a hard army. You don’t get medals for nothing in this army. Riley didn’t do anything heroic and that’s the nub of us. We’re anti-heroes. We are anti-Gung Ho. The last thing we care about is heroism. All we do heroism-wise is drag a wounded comrade off the street. The rest is all fear. We crawl from house to house, hearts beating, bowels loose, sweating. .your husband,,his name is Dave,,Dave is a lucky guy..yes he knows that and i am a lucky lady to have such a great husband who lets me do who i want,,don't you mean what i want,,no who i want,,we have an open marriage..Toms eyes lit up,,would you be interested in me having some fun with you,,Yes but Dave has to be there watching and telling you what to do,,that's fine with me,i will tell Dave and you can have a pint with him after your shift and he will bring you back to ours..Dave and Tom sat.