"This is lovely, darling. It makes such a change not to be rushing off here and there. For a long time, I've thought how we seem to have grown apart. ... know it happens with many c***dren and parents, but I don't think it has to be." No, I suppose it doesn't. Depends on circumstances a lot. I mean, with you so busy and my studies…" Yes, darling, but there are other things as well. I mean, some parents can't accept that their c***dren have grown up, that they have become adults with adult. Maybe crossed with our high school friend Jackson. His head was shaved clean and he stood to welcome me. He looked me up and down and sighed."Is this for real?" he asked."Not sure I understand the question, sir." Sergeant Klaeffer at Parris Island assured me that I was going to meet a true master of the martial arts. I was not expecting..." A shrimp, Captain? A kid? A snot-nosed little punk?" I supplied. He grinned at me. It was a feral sort of expression that said more to me than the words he. That’s how he first introduced me to anal sex. But just before he we split up he’d showed me some that were a bit more, I don’t know, ‘hard’ I suppose.’ ‘Hard?’ I asked quizzically. ‘The women didn’t seem to be enjoying things like in the earlier ones, it’s difficult to describe really. They had to be held down and the men forced them to swallow cum and have anal and things. I didn’t like them very much at all but Steve got really hot watching them, says something about him I suppose. Perhaps. Becca’s Companion began as a creature too cruel to be real, born of horrible events further sharpened by a young mind. Her innocence had been taken by force at a young age, though she was well into her twenties before she realized the extent of what was stolen. The true violation was not of the flesh, but of the psyche – a lasting wound to her intimacy. Taken was her confidence, the ability to initiate this simple pleasure for the man she loved. Her sexual identity had largely become limited to.