I headed for the dinette. A shot of brandy would be useful right then, now, this last few minutes of my marriage to Gillian Miller nee Crowley. I was...actually on my second shot when I heard them coming downstairs. They were talking kinda low, but I did manage to hear them saying some stuff about me. "Well, make our little cuckold as happy as you can. Neither of us needs the kind of grief that he can unload on us if he decides he isn't loved," said Michael Waring. "I will," I heard her say,. She laid her head in her chained hands and softly began to cry. This was too much, at least the torture entailed interaction, this solitude, this confinement, was absolute and merciless. There was no point to resistance anymore. If he demanded it, she would grovel on the floor and swear allegiance to him for the rest of her days. Anything but this. Anything.Dara(Ket) lifted her woeful head from her hands. She couldn’t tell if she’d uttered those words aloud or not. Wondering how fragile her. Against his hardness and my nipples against his huge pecs! He was shaking and gasping as he turned me quick, opened my door, kissed my lips quick and left. Every part of me was dazed and vibrating. His text came through as I was climbing into bed. He wanted to see me tomorrow. I fell on my bed sighing ‘YES’!! Sunday morning at 10 am he knocked on the door. I was still alone as Clara hadn’t been there since Friday morning. Jake came in while I grabbed my things. He pulled the door closed as his. I joined the Army, because a pretty smooth talking Army recruiter convinced me it was what would be best for me, giving me a leg up on others in the job market, helping me to get an education and affording me an opportunity to develop leadership skills. He didn’t tell me it would take years to get where I would be in charge of anyone or get to a rank where I would call the shots.As a private first class, I got stuck with all the shitty jobs, like guard duty at 2:00 in the middle of the night..