In truth, Anna wasn’t my girl, nor was she my lover. I found out through our conversations that she has a husband in our camp, a forbidden luxury ke...pt on the men’s side of the barbed-wire fence. He was in the second section that I oversaw, and although I could not arrange for them to see each other, I’d often catch her gazing at him when working by the fence, and I always caught myself wishing she were gazing at me instead. The only time Anna and her husband were allowed to stand together was. She gasped but didn't pull away."Are you enjoying this, Sharon?" he asked her softly."Mmm!" So, are you going to do as I tell you and let me make love to you and not just fuck you?" Mmm!" Good!"His mouth left hers and moved to trace her neck and tease the lobes of her ears before moving down to her chest. In the meanwhile his hand moved up to cup her left breast from below. He caressed and stroked it gently.She moaned quietly and, as her body began to move, he shifted his mouth to her nipple. " She grabbed one of the strips and put in between her lips and told me to go ahead and soak it. I felt a little weird at first but quickly got over that. My stream burst out with such force it knocked out the strip in her mouth, but she didnt want me to stop. She opened her mouth wide and i just kept on pissing right down her throat. I felt like i was pissing forever but she never let up and i managed to soak her hair, face, and shirt and the splash off actually got my test strip enough.. Maybe not so hard as they would work to overcome a strong point, but still I can't imagine that they would lack the imagination to be able to see that having whatever was throwing rocks and energy weapons at them leave the battlefield would enable that enemy to regroup and fight another day. Or to put it like one of the funny songs that Master Will liked to listen to, "He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day.' That I think goes without saying, yet from what we've been told of.