M. when Mac walked into the kitchen to make tea for himself and Grace and found Suzanna huddled in the pantry texting furiously on her smartphone.“S...uzanna, why are you here before noon?” Mac asked pointedly.She nearly jumped out of her skin. “Oh! Um, well, I, um…”Suzanna stood frozen, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights, unable to finish her sentence. She realized she was still holding her phone out in front of her and quickly tucked it in her pocket.Mac stared at her, waiting for an. She proceeded to tell me how her husband wasn't all that interested in sex with her anymore and how she thought he was having a affair with a young female co-worker, she told me that she needed to relieve some sexual tnesion and asked if i would mind if she continued. At this point I was a little excited, its not like she wasn't attractive.I said go ahead and she asked if I would help her take off her panties. I did and couldn't help but touch the crotch of them, they were soaked! I set down. "No uncle please why are you doing this?" She said coughing and shaking her head to clear her dizziness. "I don't understand what do you want?"Her Uncle stopped; gripping his waist, coughing."Your mother was such a hot bitch, God I wanted to fuck her. And she knew it the fucking tease. Aunt Stephanie knew it too and hated her for it. So perfect and always flirting I couldn't help myself." He wiped his brow the effort of heaving her downstairs starting to tell."Well I knew I could never have. The modest church on the civilian side of the Hacienda was packed. Standing room only. It had been decided that additional services would be held later in the day. Services that would be provided by the Protestant and Methodist members of the Regiments Chaplaincy But the first service was reserved for the Catholic Father Sims. He had been a fellow POW with Colonel Anderson and held a special place with him.Also, at the services were the members of the command group. These were the men and women.