I would survive to come home. “Redhead, Arianna, 393?” The Adjutant’s voice shatters my reminiscence, echoing off the corrugated tin walls of th... hut, bringing me back to the present. “Sir?” I brace up, looking expectantly at the drawn, weary man sitting behind his desk. He has seen too many. Wide eyed, quaking people come in and silent, staring spectres go out. I take the envelope he holds out, bring my heels together and offer a sharp salute, my last ever. He returns a grim smile that props. "How much will it cost me?" asked Karl, taking a fistful of money out of his overalls."All of it," came the unexpected reply, and Jacqui scooped all of his money on to her table."That's not enough," she snorted, "No where near enough. Come on, you're rich; pay up."Karl was so shocked by this unexpected aggression that he paid up all the rest of the money he had on him without a murmur and Jacqui disappeared into the back of the brothel with his cash.Some minutes later, when Karl was really. I thrust it into her pussy as violently as I could, urged on by her coarse words.When I came for the second time it was almost painful, but I filled her pussy as she demanded.Throughout the whole of our affair, Nancy was an enthusiastic fucker. Stu and his friends had clearly taught her well; any remaining shyness about being naked or fucking strangers had long gone; she liked both. Indeed, if the mood was right, she was the one who fucked me rather than the other way round. Some of our best. I felt so little pleasure from it all as my mind just wanted to implode in its own guilt. Thirty minutes of slow, weak humping must have been a chore to Ean. But I got what I wanted. Under the slowing heart of my brother on top of me, I dozed into a painless sleep.I woke up with my eyes crusted over. It was dark out. Ean’s naked body laid curled up next to me. Two meals were set on the nightstand next to my head. More wetness trickled from my eyes. What was I putting mom through? How much was I.