It had all been in my head. I'd woken up the next morning to realize I still had several boxes to pack. The entire thing had been a dream (nightmare?)... mingled with the reality of having sex. And that woman I had been REALLY making love to was sitting right next to me, content in the belief that all the passion I'd let out was meant for her and her alone. How could I have done that to Anna? And what was going to happen when I actually saw Courtney for the first time since that day?A short half. . interesting.My conversation with Fi at her house had developed, for a while, exploring some of her needs and - at least on my part - my limits. Which went about as far as it could, given that we were due back at work in an hour or so, which is hardly an ideal opportunity to begin exploring the wilder aspects of human sexuality. So we chatted, really quite matter of factly, about some of her enduring fantasies - which were, I felt, helpfully detailed - and I tried to get my head around the. Ever. I agreed and he said that he was looking for a volunteer for special duty. If I refused it wouldn't go on my service record. That's what they said, but I knew the truth. If I refused, they would remember, and it would dog me for the rest of my career, if I had one left at all.If I took the special duty I would receive a letter of commendation in my service record but that would be it. It hardly seemed fair, but then the Army didn't have a reputation for fairness. The general told me that. “You first,” she demanded in his tongue. The boy shookwith fright as he took his place behind her, despitehimself aroused by her obvious beauty, stood betweenher wide-spread feet and stroked himself hard. “Bequick,” Vixen said loudly, striking back at him withher short whip. He thrust up into her with a moan, hisbuttocks tightly tensed and rove his rod in to thehilt, to the balls.“Ah gud,” Vixen cried in Norse. “More, harder,” shedemanded,.