Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of your soft spoken words, shuddering at every touch, wonder, hoping that just maybe, it will never ...nd. Longing for your touch, your voice, your soft spoken words being wrapped around my throat suffocating in your intoxicating presence. The constant glares you give me, ripping me apart, making me stare at the floor, feeling as though I’ve disappointed you, when I’ve done nothing. Making me feel like a worthless piece. Why do I want nothing. The staff meeting had broken up early because the General had a golf date that he was loath to postpone for a mere update on recent developments in his area of operations. Besides, a well-known professional golfer was scheduled to be part of the foursome that would participate in the "charity" event. It was actually to fund alternate sites for their "infected" removal squads to cleanse the urban areas of unsightly human remains still lying in dark corners and vacant lots.He had managed to keep. "I'm going to have to take my ring off for a while," she added mournfully."Teach you to beat the gun," grinned Ben."I know," admitted Christopher ruefully, "but I had to strike while the iron was hot." Now he's intimating that I'm flighty," pouted Tina.Everyone laughed."So tell us about this long drawn out accountancy course," said Ben.Tina did so."That calls for dedication and determination," Ben commented."So what about children?" asked Sarah."I knew this would crop up," said Christopher.. I got back from barracks one dark and cold late February evening to an empty house. A note stuck on the 'fridge door informed me that Pippa would be back late from a meeting and that there were sandwiches and a 6 pack of Murphy stout in the front room. The room was now a combined sitting/dining room, with a table that was usually folded down in a corner but this evening was set up, with a number of exercise books, a ruler and some text books on it. A single upright chair had been placed at the.