Most wore turbans but a few wore pakols, something resembling a flattend woollen beanie.The mortar platoon consisted of 4 mortars, and for first timer... at live firing their speed of loading was not bad; accuracy on the other hand was not so good, even with the bells and whistles of the upgraded M252 mortars. Billy and I had explained trajectory, and wind direction, and gauging distances, but this was something they hadn't yet picked up on.The training teams stood down over Christmas and went. She touched a hand to her belly. We were smiling at one another as though in a daze. I leaned over and kissed her again.I'd made reservations at a nice place two towns over, far enough away from the college where she or I wouldn't be recognized, farther, still, from my wife.In the parking lot, I took her hand. In the lobby, she rested her arm in the crook of my elbow. I felt as though I was ten years younger. I could feel her nervousness beside me, but the hostess nodded at our names and led us. .. it's just delightful!" Done what?" I asked, genuinely confused. I knew she'd been to restaurants on dates with men before."Gone away from home like this, for a ... for an ... assignation," she said.I laughed at her. "An assignation? Sounds a little melodramatic, don't you think?" Well, it seems so ... deliciously naughty and decadent," she said. "Flying off to another city -- another country, even -- to meet one's lover." Yes, well. You know how we ballplayers are. We have girls stashed away. She left my hand to rest on her right boobs while all the while cautious and in lookout for prying eyes. She then gave me a look indicating that I can do anything with my hands. Everything happened so effortlessly that only after I got my hand laid on her heavy chest that I realized the gravity of the situation. I couldn’t believe myself that I am actually having my hand on her fun bags.I slowly rested my hand completely on her right boobs putting the full weight of the hand on it. Her boobs.