I wasn't thinking about anything except getting into bed when I heard moaning. I realized they had no idea that I had come home. In all the years they...dated they were EXTREMELY discreet and to my knowledge never did anything if I was anywhere around. I slid out of my room and into the den making sure to not make a sound. Opening those damn sliding glass doors was the most tedious thing I've ever done. I knew if they made one sound they would know I was home. After what seemed like an hour but. He started drinking a few beers each evening on weekdays, and even more on weekends. Last time they had sex... or rather attempted to have sex, was a month or two after the proposal. Danny had been a bit drunk, but not too drunk, Bibi thought. So she had dressed up sexy for him, and prepared a candlelit dinner with a good bottle of wine.After the dinner Bibi put on some music, and put on a strip show for Danny, finishing her performance with giving him a lap dance, wearing only her sexy black. Breaking up with one’s girlfriend sounded like the right occasion to me. I had bought some great porn the other day, and was looking forward to seeing it. I walked into the main hall. The night-lights were still on, so it was easy to find my way. But since I’d been living in the house ever since I was born, 19years ago, I wouldn’t get lost even if I was blindfolded. Since it was passed twelve, our maid was already off duty. And that suited me fine: didn’t want to get caught jerking my hard. I've got to get control of myself. I'm starting to lose it ... again.He remembered times, especially his last year alone, during the late Winter, when he hallucinated old conversations, old battles, in the darkness of his bunker. He'd told himself that it was useful in order to learn, to never make the same mistakes again. But he was starting now to realize that it wasn't just that, it was the effects of the trauma of combat, of suffering and seeing others suffer, of the terrible, debilitating.