I suggested several times that we get counseling, or that she see a doctor to find out what was wrong. Her reply: since there was nothing wrong with h...er, there was nothing to find. We didn't need counseling, she was perfectly happy; I just needed to get my urges under control.To be honest, I was at a point where divorce was the obvious answer.Except...Why is there always an 'except' in every narrative? In this case, it was a prenuptial agreement that we had signed when we married.The reason, at. ”“What about Jess?”“It’s going to be tough until she finishes this first year. That can’t come soon enough. She was pretty agitated this morning. I think it’s a combination of her being tired, stressed, and under intense pressure to perform.”“From herself as much as anyone else,” Kara said. “She’s really driving herself hard.”“She is. I guess she’s been doing that since she started college, but now the hours are insane.”“What can we do for her?”“Love her,” I said. “We can’t really change her. Erica and I went to the orientation for the new class. Wow, I don't want to say what it is yet, but Erica was right, it looks like a ton of fun. We were told that most people signing up either did as a single expecting the instructors to pair them up or full teams. Technically two people isn't a full team, but after a consultation with the Confederacy they decided to leave us alone and not add anyone. We did have our first class and it's a bit awkward with two people but Erica and I worked out. She had already sucked them all twice, but the line remained full nonetheless.The scout had finally rejoined his Company and started with his report to his sergeant."Suh! I found the renegades," he reported. "I's counted maybe ten to twelve of the savages, Suh." That's good, Corporal. Return in the ranks," the sergeant ordered."That's not all Sarge," the Corporal continued to report what he believed he saw. "They's also got a prisoner. A young girl. They've been torturin' her somethin' awful,.