” Private Schmidt faltered a moment. He didn’t know how he should address the officer sitting behind the senior drill instructor’s desk.His seni...r drill Instructor interrupted. “To Lieutenant Commander Hyschak.”“Private Schmidt reporting as ordered to Lieutenant Commander Hyschak, sir.”LtCdr Hyschak took a moment to study the young recruit. Private Schmidt looks willing enough. Hyschak smiled and said, “At ease, son.”Tom Schmidt knew how to do “At ease.”“Private Schmidt, I am the Battalion. I was truly relieved. It was the down phase for few days. No one likes it. Soon, things were casual as usual. But one night, she texted, “I understand what you mean. But at least, I feel like spending some time with you. Not sure if I miss you, but I kind of feel like hugging in silence.”I didn’t know what to say, and I tried diverting topics but in vain. It always came back to this. I just wasn’t sure that it was a good idea. The next few days had never been so long because of such awkward. A tear slides down my cheek, and I look down at the gold. The bag must have enough in it to keep us provisioned for months, and with winter coming, it’ll be more than enough to keep us comfortable even if times are difficult. In a fit of rage I grab the bag and hurl it into the woods. Time seems to slow, and all falls to silence as the heavy leather purse tumbles through the air towards an elm tree. The moment the purse hits the trunk, there’s a huge explosion that throws me back and off of my. . you laugh, more like cackle as you shove your wet fingers into my mouth to clean them off for you...I struggle not to gag as your fingers enter my mouth and thinking I'm clever, I try to bite them ... you don't like this one bit, and you let me know it worse than ever. You grab my long hair, wrap it around your hand tilting my head up so I am stuck with my chest sticking up, you grab my throat hard, slapping my face and tits with your other hand until I'm sobbing uncontrollably, when the.