Rocco would certainlynever mess with them again and that was enough.The bullies remained and taunted him for a while but eventually got boredwith Rocc...'s lack of resistance in his current state. Rocco got to hisfeet. Tony still had the doll. Rocco stared at it, but couldn't bringhimself to ask for it back. Tony knew what he was thinking."Jesus, Rocco, what happened to you?" Tony shook his head in derision. Heturned to Tabitha. "Do you want it?"Tabitha smiled and nodded. "My little. Your groan makes me realize how far I have come. How excited you are by this. “Just fuck me,” I hear myself say. You need no second invitation. You pull out and push back in again quickly. This time it is me who groans loudly. Oh god, it actually feels amazing. “Tell me what I am doing to you,” you demand. “Fucking my ass,” I reply, my voice cracking. “Fucking me with your hard cock. You’re taking my cherry.” “Fuuuck,” you respond as your thrusts become more frenzied. They are no longer. Rhykov felt nothing. He knew Tukhachevsky's 8th Red Army was doing the same thing in the Don Cossack lands. It was a fact in this type of warfare, retribution and counter-retribution. It was dirty, but he could do little about it. He preferred to devote his mind to the living than waste tears on the dead.A guard approached them. Like them all, he wore a white band around his peaked cap as a 'field sign.' It was important, when both sides wore similar uniforms."Advance and be recognised."He was. " Dainton," she said, "Doris Dainton."He nodded, "You've got a nice name, too." He waited, then: "You'll have to come and get the money, you see, I'm paralyzed."Doris drew in her breath, noticed the crutches beside his desk for the first time. "I--I'm sorry," she mumbled, moving forward, "I didn't know!" She picked up the money, counted it, pushed it into her small purse. "I'll give you a receipt." Don't be sorry," he said, "it's just my legs the rest of me's all right." He laughed. "I get.