They seemed to fit between the fire pits, and their wooden surfaces were stained with juices and what might be blood.The fires still roared, they must... keep them going all the time, practically bonfires in comparison to a human-sized campfire. It made sense, the space was enormous, it must be hard to heat. There were small openings way up in the straw roof where the smoke could escape.There were massive cauldrons too, fashioned from some kind of heavy metal like iron, and they were full of what. If you added in the various support elements who were with us - engineers, EOD teams, mortar and artillery guys, and so forth - we probably had 250-300 guys up and down our section of Route Indigo. You could usually count at least one IED strike a day, or more. At least once a week somebody somewhere was getting killed or maimed and being sent home. Probably two or three more were getting dinged up enough to need to spend some time in Baghdad at the hospital before returning to their base.The. I bent down and pulled Kristen's head up, and gave her a big kiss. We played our tongues together for a few minutes, and I felt yet another erection start.I didn't want to overtax my teenage cock, and I had decided on a nice way to say "thank you" to Kristen.I pushed Kristen's head back down, having moved back toward the headboard. Patty resumed her back rub, and I once again got off the bed.I walked to the end of the bed and stood behind Patty. I rubbed Patty's shoulders a bit, and then moved. He showed me what he thought would be right for turning seven bedrooms and two bathrooms into three suites. "We can do it anyway you want. The load bearing walls correspond with walls downstairs, so the other walls could be taken down but I think better this way." He produced another sketch. "Suites would be same size as rooms downstairs with two rooms each, one a bedroom with bathroom the other a sitting room. Bathroom can be accessed from both rooms or bedroom only. You will get two big.