It was damned hard work driving a heavy old tractor in large fields ploughing, cultivating, dragging, etc, feeding the a****ls. Milking the cows using... machines though I knew how to do it by hand, and shovelling cow and pig shit, a dirty necessary job. Digging and installing fence posts, baking and stacking hundred pound hay/alfalfa bales had built me up to the best physical shape of my life so when I left for Basic Infantry Training with the Army in California Training was much easier though. In recent weeks, she and the other light-skinned westerners in captivity had taken a low-profile to avoid the same fate.There was no news of Hiroshima on the radio and the rumor was that if anyone even mentioned the city they would be stripped of their clothes and made to run naked through the street as an enemy of the people. Still, in the hallways and in those places where people clustered to smoke the pilfered cigarettes it was on everyone's lips like an addictive fixation that could not be. “No. Never have.”She looked at me suspiciously. “Oh, c’mon. You can’t tell me you never even dated any girls.”All of the odd humor was completely out of my system and I sat there staring at Jordan as if she had grown a second head. She really didn’t understand, and I wasn’t sure I was in the mood to explain it to her.She squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know, and that was why I asked. I thought maybe you and Francine might have something going, but if that’s not the case then I won’t. Ahhh ... yes ... There!"Sandra rested motionless on Derek's fingers. She felt her juice running down the inside of her legs. A little aftershock of a shudder ran up her spinal cord. She leaned over and kissed Derek hard on the lips."Thank you, Derek. You really know how to make a girl feel good. We have to do it for real next time. On a real bed where you can make me be really bad."Derek laughed and said,"I would do it upside down on a merry-go-round with you, girl!"For reasons known only to.