One comment on Jody’s packing list to the team had been, “Plan to wear things two or three days before you wash them.” She didn’t mention that...the washing machine in the mud room was also bicycle powered. It was an old fashioned wringer washer from which the electric motor had been removed and a belt connected to a pully on the bicycle. The belt could be removed when the washer wasn’t being used. There was no dryer. The hand-cranked roller above the washer squeezed most of the water out of. He showed me around his place, but honestly I don’t remember seeing a thing. When we got to the kitchen he poured us both a shot of Patron. We downed our shots and before I could set my glass down his mouth was on mine, not just a kiss…He owned me with his kiss, he devoured my mouth and my tongue like he was a starved man. Grabbing the back of my head controlling my every move kissing me so deeply and so passionately I forgot I was nervous and honestly I forgot I was married. I wanted him. I. He leaned over and grabbed my face and held it as he brought his lips to mine. I was melting and closed my eyes. Kurt kissed me lips to lips and I soon felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I loved this feeling and we lay down and continued to kiss and slide tongues back and forth enjoying this awesome new feeling. I was so horny now. I could feel my cock as if it was going to explode. Kurt said are you as hard as I am. I said I think I am harder. We then slid under the sleeping bags and got to. Liv and Finn were out there somewhere. He unhooked a grenade from his shoulder webbing and motioned for his wingman to cover him. He pulled the pin and crept toward the opening.Tony flipped the spoon and flung the deadly object into the main hallway. The grenade bounced off the opposite wall and landed smack in the middle of the shaft, right next to the machine gun nest.Tony dropped to the ground and covered his ears. The explosion rocked the tiny hallway. Sand, dust, and body parts blew.