‘Captain Schmidt, I have the honor to address a true American hero.’ Hardly glancing at the paper in his hands he continued. ‘Because of your he...roism, without regard to your personal safety, eight United States Marines are alive because of your unselfish action in effecting their rescue while under heavy enemy fire. It is my honor to present to you the highest award this country has to offer, the Medal of Honor.’ Taking the award from the presentation case, held by an aide, he placed the. “Wow,” he breathed against my ear, placing a kiss there, “I say we try that position again.”I giggled lightly, lifting myself up so he could slip out of me, making him whimper.“Nooo,” he whined as he gripped my hips once again, “why'd you have to move?” I shook my head, kissing him lightly, “Cause we have to get back out there before someone wakes up and sees that we're both gone,” I spoke against his lips. He nodded, “Fine,” he sighed before smacking my butt playfully as I stood, finding my. ”“I am happy; I promise I am. I mean, hell, I’m not homeless anymore.”Mac’s heart hurt a little. “And you’ll never be homeless again. Even if you decide you’ve made a terrible mistake, the house in Queen’s Village is yours,” he reminded her. Then, hoping desperately to make her smile, he added, “Of course, you’ll need to kick out the current renters. But I don’t think the formidable, amazing Grace will have any trouble doing that.”Grace gave a soft laugh despite the couple of tears that managed. I figured even with the interruptions of the builders we could be finished with both houses by the end of day."Tomorrow you two need to do some maintenance of the misting device," I said to the two of them. "Maybe together you can figure out how it works. It doesn't seem to want to move." It was busy work and they both knew it.Before lunch the two heavy set young black men pulled up in a beat up truck. "Hey my dad was here yesterday he said to come over and measure for some fence," one of the.