Jen and I had a tempetuous relationship, but the sex was awesome. My decision to stay with her no doubt considered the hot fucking was a reasonable tr...ade-off to balance out Jen's outbursts. I decided after some amateur research into psychology, Jen had borderline personality disorder, for which neither therapy nor medication were very successful in treating per the literature.We had met earlier in our careers when Mikey was tiny. Our wont was to get home, strip off our uniforms, and fuck. By. Several soldiers had fallen victim to their own stupidity or the stupidity of their commanders.An intoxicated scout had gotten lost and frozen to death. An army had lost 10 men to drowning when the lake their commander assured them was frozen solid was still soft at the deepest point. Illness and bad luck had befallen another half dozen.But Liala was happy to report that a combined army that had sent forth 1,400 men had lost less than 100 to death or injury.At least that was her count before. I'd pick one, and follow her home.Then, I'd stalk her for a little while. When I got my chance, I'd come afterher with a gun, and get her into my van or rape her on the spot. It was always quick then. I'd wear a mask, and get her clothes off as fastas possible. Then, it was one rape session, maybe half an hour on a good day,and I was gone. It was fun, but not much payoff for all that work. I wantedsomething more. I wanted to kidnap a woman and make her my slave. I spent some extra time looking. He needed her like he needed his next breath. He loved her. He rested his elbows on the desk in front of him and put his head in his hands, and he truly admitted that to himself for the first time. He thought he may have loved her before, but now he knew. But how was he supposed to tell her when they both had so many changes going on in their lives? How was he supposed to tell her that he wanted to come home to her every night, and wake up next to her every morning? How could she not be.