“Who are you?” I asked quietly. “You know who I am.” “I don’t.” He lifted the ski mask to the bridge of his nose. “If you didn't know ...who I was, you would've put up a bigger fight than you have. I know you, baby girl. I know that you would've fought me to the death if you hadn't wanted me to make you cum.” I looked at the puddle between my opened legs then at his unzipped pants. “And what do you get out of this?” He smiled, a smile that I wanted desperately to be familiar, before he replaced. It was just one more reason I wouldn’t marry Kelly until I got home in one piece. A week later one of the engineers was caught by a secondary blast while rigging up a tow on a supply truck and lost a foot. At least he could get a peg leg and hop around on it. Jack Madison wouldn’t be able to do that.We started seeing a chaplain, Captain Homer. He was a little preachy for my taste, but most of the guys liked him. He often traveled with the convoys, hitching rides from compound to compound. I. .really HARD.He gave me directions, and well...we met. He was as advertised. Medium build, clean shaven, genuinely normal guy. We went in, I was surprised of how such a maze it was. We went down the stairs, deeper and deeper but the smells of steam and sweat started to be of a hint in the air.We finaly got to our destination, front desk, no advertisments, pretty standard wellness by all accounts, just wothout the pictures of women in blankents or on massage tables. I was semihard then. The man. In fact, I don't think that I gave anyattention to it yesterday other than the porn from the computer. Afterthat...meh.I glance over to Johnelle. He has one. He'll do. My brain isn't eventrying to correct my actions anymore. It's given up trying to suppressmy feelings and desires. It's just on autopilot.As if I'd done this many times before, my body crawls over to thesleeping man and unceremoniously pulls the covers from his bodyrevealing a flaccid penis squished between his thin thighs. .