Surely the attraction was there but it was only physical and Jen had to protect herself against a man who would fuck her and then get bored."Jennifer?..., Jason said. "Are you ok? You were miles away".Jen looked at the man that stood beside her. He was handsome but he didn't possess that devilish charm that she admired. His face was too perfect like an Armani model whereas she preferred more imperfect features, an angular face, a bold nose, a thin mouth ... She realized with terror that she was. I struck either one or the other cheek at a time.How many I gave her I have no idea.Yet I became conscious that after the first several minutes she was jerking violently with each strike of her person and that my hand was starting to numb.When I finally stopped, staring dumbly at my mothers abused bottom - realizing, thankfully, that the denim hid any abusive evidence. I could hear both mothers and my own heavy breathing.Minutes passed and nothing moved and no sound was made in her well kept. Hell, no. I need you and I want you too. We will always be friends but I want you as my lover as well." He kissed her passionately before they turned and resumed their walk up the hill.Jennifer continued to speak as they neared the hut, "As I started to say, I understand how Katherine must feel. I'm sure she has fallen in love with you and the difference is you broke up with her because of me. She must hate me. I don't know where our relationship will go in the long term but I think this year,. Masterson mulled over the list of people who knew that Trey was being enslaved. He kept coming up with the same name: Captain Sonny Bower, the commander of the Air Force Security Squadron guarding Eglin Air Base. Bare suspicion wasn't enough. Masterson planned a trap."Colonel, I need your help," the chief master sergeant said as the base's front gate came into view. "I need two things from you. I suspect that one of our guys sent that suicide bomber after Lieutenant Venters--I mean Slave Trey..