A soul that appeared to himself like the battle fields of World War I. Filled with foxholes, trenches and the blasts of bombs in the no man’s land o...f his heart. The air inside resonating sounds of suffering that can be described as the sounds of those that are trapped in a permanent bane of Hell, paying for their sins of life. The ground littered with words of hate, the abuse of life. He did not feel loved. He felt alone and had nothing to love. He had a child that God provided to him from his. Following to which I messaged everyone I knew, who live in this city, hoping to have someone spend the evening with. I could connect to an old acquaintance from college days, Seema. She is a practicing dentist in an upscale neighborhood where I had my company accommodation. We exchanged greetings and started catching up where we had left off years back. In the conversation, I learned that she was recently single. Not to my surprise like me, she was also feeling the work pressure getting build. "Sorry. Anya." It's ... difficult, isn't it, Hex? Do you know why the Colonel ... sorry, Brigadier ... assigned me this job?" I know what he said." I replied. "I don't think it was his real reason and I don't know what that was. But I was going to ask..." She smiled and tipped her head in invitation to me to continue. "It occurred to me that I didn't have a name for where I live."She thought about that. "I think of where we come from as 'Base'," she said, "and where I live as home. I never. I was approached in a restroom by another man who wanted me to suck his dick. My initial reaction was “no way” and I tried to exit. Then he pulled his dick out, which was nine to ten inches long, thick and had a huge head. It was stunning, and perhaps my then hard dick, betrayed me. Within seconds, I was stroking him. This went on for a few minutes until he demanded me to get on my knees and suck it. I began to slowly move my head toward his dick, but hesitated. I really wanted it in my mouth,.