" But only the dead ones." Marcus shrugged. "I know it was a sacrifice, but everyone who went faced the same risks. Why do we only build reminders of ...he fallen? Surely it's the fact that they went that's important, not the fact that they died." Maybe you were right. Maybe it's about making sure we get to heaven rather than them. If we remember all the people that went away to war, killed people, and came home again it wouldn't discourage us from having the next war as much." You're a. Stunned for a second he didn't know what to say. Then he went off. "You flaming bitch! You've fucking lost it! Get out of my apartment. You want to own me! I'm not into that S+M crap. Okay maybe a little, you know fuzzy handcuffs and shit, and okay the cock ring was cool, but me, a slave, fuck that! I'm way too good looking. So just get out okay, of my apartment and of my life!" and he pointed to the door. The only thing that detracted from the overall effect was just the hint of. A few clumsy fumbling encounters and a handful of young boys cumming way too soon was all I had to show for my trouble.Although a lot of people imagine university days to be endless wall to wall fucking, my first few months were nothing like that. My first encounter came through the landlord who owned the flat where I was renting a room.The flat had 4 students sharing - 3 girls and a boy and it was a little run down but safe enough and we all seemed to get on well enough. Initially I had kept. She had some high powered job in thecity trading stocks or something like that. Helen had guessed that themale dominated environment there had changed her somehow, forced her tobecome harder and less personable. It wasn't that she hadn't tried tobefriend Malcolm's girlfriend; she'd tried several times to strike up aconversation with her in the ladies. Every time she'd done it though,Helen had just received a short answer from the tall confident redheadedgirl that had ended the conversation..