Ms. Jane noticed both of us exchanging glances.''Quite right. But I have given up teaching, for which there is no need for me now. I am living here in... a flat with my dear little friend. Let me introduce you, Meet Ms. Lucy -Aamir.' her violet eyes laughed up at me; and the red lips parted presenting a merry smile. Dimples appeared at the center of her cheeks. I was done for! Yes; at only eighteen of age, with no experiences in the phase of love, I went down before this lovely girl with her. There was no hurry?waiting for the pain to build?waiting for the girl to recover?but only so she would feel the next stroke even more keenly. While the caning continued the Colonel noticed the way the girl’s fingertips and knuckles turn bone white with the pressure of gripping the wooden edge of the desk as the burning pain increased. Her arms were braced taut and quivering, holding her upper body arched back in a curve while she forced her hips as hard as she could into the other edge. It was. The band was her dirty little secret. When she was on, she was filled with a sense of power and ecstasy she knew she couldn’t get any other way . . . and then Jack Slade, lead singer of the up and coming Razor Blades, followed her to the Bar, and she wasn’t so sure anymore. Not that it mattered, old blue eyes turned her down. ‘Is that why you’re still here? You want to reprimand me? I don’t have time for this’ she moved toward the door of her car, but Jack stepped in front of her. ‘Back off!’. Bill put the key in the lock, opened the door and got his head blown off. Booby trapped while we were away. None of the little bastards who worked for us had any idea who did it."Yet it was more than just the readjustments of a returning soldier, more than learning to live with peace after a year of constant war. He was sullen and their evenings were spent in silent drinking while they sat in the living room, never looking at each other, having the television as a constant excuse. To the other.