”He replied, “That used to be the case, but then they got smart and figured out that was how we were moving a hell of a lot of forces. Now we’re...lucky if we don’t get strafed with AK fire and have at least one or two RPGs launched at us each trip.”I jumped up and manned the 249 just in time because all hell broke loose. The fuckers were firing AKs at us from the bridges. The M249 made short work of most of them.The pilot ordered, “Make sure you check our six because some of the sneaky. It had been a happy arrangement, but now, Louise was also absent, having taken to spending her time in the basement, or in her room, or away with her boy friend -- she was allowed to spend unsupervised time with her boy friend. She did not, apparently, find necessary anymore the companionship and parental guidance she had once sought in this room.Which was the sadder for Cynthia? Seeing her husband slouched in his chair escaping from his own wife in his damnable business papers? Or the ghostly. Tucker. Mrs Wilson was and older woman with curly brown hair, a little heavy set, big boobs. Mrs. Tucker was a smaller blonde with okay boobs and not too fat. Both had been swiming and were wearing panties and t-shirts. We started drinking and smoking when Steve went over and lifted one of the womens shirts. None of us could believe how big Mrs. Wilsons tits were. Bill then moved Mrs. Tuckers panties to the side showing a nice thick black haired bush. Then we looked at Mrs. Wilson’s bush. We. Let’s forget about him.”We took the dogs down to the northern end of the cove, let them sample a few waves, and then headed back to our borrowed yard to rinse the salt out of their paws and legs. After a while sitting enjoying the air, Mel reminded me that, with such fair skin and a habit of covering up, she couldn’t take a whole lot of sun in one go. We went back inside the house, got ourselves some tea, and sat together on a couch to drink it and talk some more.There was still one major point.