"You should be trying to make it up to Grace!" Landon said pouring his glass of orange juice. "She was scared and she was the bigger man and came to a...pologize, which she wasn't the one who needed too. You got drunk and you said some of the rudest things I have ever heard!" Landon turned left leaving Matty to sit on the counter alone. Matty ran his hands through his hair and sighed jumping off the counter. "Will you talk to me after a fix things?" he yelled to Landon. "As long as I get to play. Her hand was on my leg and her hand started to move up and down my leg, from my knee to nearly my crotch and back again.Oh oh, I was getting a boner. I looked around to see if anybody was watching and looking at her head in my lap. That is one advantage of being in a truck. You sit a little higher off the ground and no one can see in and down and see what’s going on.Her hand moved to my crotch and started to rub my bulge.I, being the horny bugger I am, did not object.She lifted her head up. There isn't much to say about me though, personally speaking. I was a ruffed looking 6 foot high fellow with messy grey hair and an unshaven face. Quite a husky texture to be honest and a heavily built man with a broad intimidating frame that helped me well when I got into bar brawls on those troublesome Friday nights at the dock bar. Luckily I was pretty well endowed with a gleaming seven inch member that made it easy to get around with all the hookers at the docks with whom I was a cherished. They smiled and wished us luck.I set two claymores just outside of the bunkhouse door at angles to take out the doorway and everything behind and to the sides. I also set two in a delayed chain so the third one would go off 3-5 seconds after the first two blew, the fourth would go off 3-5 seconds after the third they were set straight on with the doorway. We would hear them go off and know to expect company maybe. The girls took both guards before the guys even knew the girls were there one of.