The local villagers came to the outpost almost every day to sell themselves for sex, often trying in sheer desperation to steal the Scarlets uniforms ...in the process, but the experienced soldiers were wise to these moves and the villagers that tried were subjected to what the soldiers called “The Peg.” The Scarlet Trooper that was the intended victim would take her baton and insert it into the vagina of the villager, 12 inches inside the whimpering woman’s cunt leaving 6 inches protruding that. Only then didI realize I'd been giggling, cackling, screaming the whole time that Islid. The wind was barely in my lungs at all. So I took a deep breath.Then I flipped myself onto my back, and took some more deep breathes.There I was, truly, utterly in the middle of nowhere, a single speck ofhumanity isolated within a vast stretch of wilderness. My arms and legsstretched out, I was completely vulnerable to the wind and the cold. Butneither consumed me.I just lay there breathing in and. Her bag is placed gently down and her eyes scan the walls around her – covered in shoes. “Are you looking for something specific?” he asks her, his voice quiet but unmistakable. “I need a pair of heels,” she tells him, admiring the selection around her and feeling spoiled for choice. “To suit the dress I’m wearing – I have an important rendezvous tonight.” She smiles, imagining her man’s reaction when he sees her strutting into the restaurant in her new outfit and new shoes. He won’t be able to. Did I want to give Anne another chance to hurt me? More importantly, could I trust her enough not to abuse that power?I'm not saying that the thought of Anne having sex with Johnson or any other guy thrilled me, but that was over four years ago. If we did get back together, I instinctively realized that we would have to treat it as if we were starting over, in a new relationship. If we tried to pick up from where we had ended, or tried to hang on to jealousy over the people we had slept with.