It had been almost three years since her husband Peter was killed by a road side bomb near Baghdad. But here she was at her former in-laws for the hol...idays…again. The sad truth was that she had no where else to go. Christmas with them was as close to family as she had ever known. She had never known the man, who fathered her. The stark reality was that her prostitute mother had no idea, which of the dozens of regulars it was either. She remembered little of the drug-addicted shell of a woman. ” Taking my leg by the knee, he lifted it so the masseur could have a good view, and shuffled closer so he could enter me. As he did so, the masseur took hold of hubby's cock and guided it in. Wow… He’s big and normally pounds me hard, but this time he took it slow and gentle savouring every sensation. I was so glad, as I wanted it to last as long as possible. While he drove me crazy with his cock, the masseur teased my clit and licked my nipples. Hummm… Heaven on earth, far better than any. Truly fearless, this one is.”Melissa dissolved into laughter, slumping to a sitting position on the floor. The juxtaposition of what she was wearing combined with his comical Yoda voice was too silly for her to treat seriously. At the very least, the silliness released her nervous tension about whether she had dressed appropriately.She had picked out black sandals with six-inch heels. That choice had been safe since she knew he loved women in impossibly tall heels. She reminded herself that. You are different from the rest of us. There is no hiding that. So, why not use that and make them consider you differently?”Danna, “Interesting psychological application, Otton. Good luck, Alexa. I hope I don’t see you here too much during training.”Otton turned and went out the door opening, Danna stopped me and pointed to the corner. There stood the lance Otton had given me. She said, “Warriors never leave their weapons behind. That’s why Otton gave it to you. Your fighting for their brother.