“But just one shot.”John quickly retreated to his bedroom and emerged with a bottle of tequila in a small brown bag. He plopped down the couch nex... to me and took out a shot glass and the liquor. Jim didn’t say a word.I watched as John poured the liquor into the shot glass. He handed it to me and said, “Bottoms up!”I sniffed the liquor. It did not smell appealing in the least bit to me.“You have to simply swallow the entire thing at once, “John instructed. “It tastes terrible.”John was right.. I smiled. Celia, my wife, was finally getting that shower she'd needed, wanted, for three days. Caring for a small baby was time-consuming, of that there was no doubt. She was suffering a little post-partum depression; a good hot bath should ease some of that tension, I hoped.Soon enough, the water stopped running. I waited a couple more minutes, and then wandered into the bedroom. My wife was sitting there, on the edge of the bed; her hair was tied up in one towel, while she was perched on the. The engines drone on as the magnificent, mountainous jungles pop-up, ready to grab the hollow air foils and hurtle them towards the snowy-white sandy beaches. As the horizon disappears over the top of the mountains, the intertwined branches disguise the rapidly rising ground. Stepping out of the blue-gray naval aircraft, I’m hit in the face with a blast of blistering heat as if I’d arrived in hell itself. My senses absorb the green giants surrounding Cubi Point Naval Air Station, the same shade. But Anna was stronger. She sensed Becca’s longing and forced Becca to experience the disappointment of desire unrewarded. And so the desire grew into obsession.Anna watched Becca iron shirts. Becca’s was certainly the perfect submissive. But as Becca worked Anna became conscious of her own desire. There was something in the way Becca moved and in her attitude. It had attracted Anna immediately. She had waited a long time to fulfill her desire. She knew she needed to be careful. She was in the.