I don’t know.”The barrel of the gun crept back up towards Emily’s face, pointing right between her eyes. Emily’s lip curled in disdain.“It�...�s just ... the lights, you know?” Chase asked. “I see them, all the time. I hear this whispering, too, it’s like static, though. I can’t really hear what the whispers say. And they tell me things, and then I want to do something, and then ... I’m doing something else. And those things ... they’re always bad. Wrong. Even if they feel good sometimes. So good,. Lucy couldn't remember enjoying herself more on a date ever. Wait. A date? Was that what this was? She pondered this too. She was training to be his slave. He was proposing to take everything from her and strip away from her all of her basic human rights. And yet, he just wined her and dined her like she was... A woman? "Sir, I had a wonderful time this evening. I don't think I've ever had a better time, even. But I don't understand. Why?" "Lucy, remember that everything I give you I give. ” I looked at them and, of course, he was right. My fantasies were all about the women with big tits in black underwear in girlie magazines. But there was Reg, centre parting, horn-rimmed spectacles, pencil moustache, cardigan, slacks and slippers, and there was Connie, short wavy brown hair, features that were pretty but not startling, largish bosom (I now observed), patterned apron over a grey-green frock. What did sex mean to them? I soon found out. “Connie and I,” said Reg, “we like sex.. Our guns were in constant action. The muzzles of our howitzers were pointed almost straight up as we were firing at targets so close. The batteries would fire through their basic loads in three-four hours. The Chinooks, heavy lift supply choppers, would fly in with pallets of ammo hanging from slings taking NVA fifty-one caliber fire all the way. They would unhook without landing and takeoff with all the speed they could muster.Then anyone not otherwise engaged would swarm to the landing pad.