There is nothing to worry about.” Jennifer also asked several of the other men she was servicing and they all told her the same – the doctor was p...rescribing it for them and they were all very glad he was! Constantly during the time she was helping her older friends, she worried someone would slip up and the Sister in Charge of the home would find out. She dreaded being called in to explain what she was doing for these men. Jennifer was also mindful of the problems she was savings the wives of. They reached the abandoned outer defences and proceeded to pick their way past empty defensive ditches and ruined defence emplacements. They made slow progress, slipping and sliding in the churned up mud.Tristan felt his chest start to heave with the effort and his breath came in ragged gasps. His companions were having the same issue breathing. He called a halt for a moment so they could recover their breath.He glanced across at Da'ren, now bent over, hands on his knees. "Da'ren, are we high. I was afraid there might have been a burglary and Beena might have been attacked. I quietly walked in and saw that the hall was ok. I then looked into the kitchen and it was spick and span. I then heard some sounds from the bedroom. I was afraid. I went over.As I got close to the door, I realized that these were not sounds of someone in pain but the moan of someone who is enjoying pleasure. A lot of pleasure. I came close to the door and saw through it. Beena was laying on her bed, she couldn’t. He held my ID card under my nose by two fingers. ‘Still with me, private?’ ‘Yessir.’ I snatched my ID card and stuffed it into my pocket. He stood over me for a few more relentless breaths. The smell of his skin invaded my lungs. Had he been someone else and had we been somewhere else, I would have leaned in and licked him. The urge to do just that was so strong I started to move forward. I caught myself in time, my eyes darting to the side. I wondered if he’d noticed. ‘Carry on, private,’ he.