That night, as we were making love, I asked her about the toweling off. She caught on straight away.“Oh Nana !, are you jealous that Sriram has more...chest hair than you? That’s so silly dear, you know I don’t care about that! sholludaa, jealoussaa nokku”( tell me were you jealous) “No, of course, I wasn’t jealous. I was just asking.but yaaravadhu aathukarkku munnadiayaey ippadi vekkam illamaey pannuvalaa”and winked at her( will anybody do like this in front of her husband)“Oh really, then you. And since he smelled of ammunition, probably straight to the ammunition dump.Once there, she jumped unnoticed onto the roof of the camp and waited for her opportunity to enter. Meanwhile she took a closer look at the barracks. The tents and buildings were designed for twenty thousand men, but were clearly overcrowded. Probably twice as many soldiers. And they were much closer to the ammunition depot with the tents than was good for them.She was still looking for the fuel tanks. Right by the. "We was jus' takin'," she said. "Let's go back in that stall yonder, Jimmy."I grabbed the back of his collar as he walked past, musket in one hand and crotch in the other, and I bashed his skull against the post, cracking it open at the side. He fell like a sack of grain, and I quickly undid my ankles and checked his weapon's load. I found my belt and knife where they had tossed them, put a handful of buckshot down atop his ball, reprimed, and asked the girl to call another of the men out to. I’d like to fix that situation with this branch, I figure that it will take a full day to turn it into a reasonable weapon.”“A day?” asked the owner surprised by the answer. As far as he knew, once the branch was trimmed it could be used as a weapon.“Sure. Have to clean it up, remove the bark, and allow it to dry out a little more. I’ll have to live with letting it dry overnight, although it looks like the wood is already pretty dry. A month in a smokehouse would be better and nine months at a.