An older gentleman. I didn’t recognize him. I turned slowly and looked at the two of them. There were two cups of coffee and I looked like I had wa...ked into the middle of a quiet – intimate – afternoon chat. ‘Hello Jack, your mother has been telling me all about your adventures across the pond,’ he said. He had a very loud voice. The booming kind of voice you would expect a drill sergeant to have. I scratched my bare chest and vaguely recognized I was standing there in just a pair of. Then thegirl began to splash water into Harold's face, and he quicklysubmerged out of sight. The girl looked worried for a moment andthen screamed comically as her feet were pulled out from under herand she went under. I smiled to see Harold having so much fun,knowing that he needed such foolishness to forget his grief and get back to enjoying life as quickly as he could. It had taken methree painful losses to finally understand the fact that life mustgo on.My concerns were awakened once again,. " Yes, Sir," a guard shouted back and then ran away.Agent 1 then walked up to the other two agents and Agent 8 followed him. When they reached them, Agent 7 smiled at Agent 1 and said, "Sir, I didn't know you had it in you. You did a nice job with your girl. She looks ... pretty!"Agent 1 didn't show it, but he was stunned by Agent 7's remark. Especially that smile on his face, showed him, how much this guy liked looking at this beaten-up girl."Thanks," Agent 1 managed to say, but thought, "We. It's become something of an evening ritual. He comes home from work about 5pm and I help put away his things, hang up his clothes and start the shower. I soap him up and lather his firm chest and abs get him hard somewhere along the way and stroke a bit as we go. Then I pat him dry with a towel and lead him by the hand into the living room, where he sits down on the couch with a beer. I'm standing in from of him working the remote to find his favorite sports game. He pats my ass and kisses each.