I was lucky, extremely lucky, that she never noticed that it was the name on one of the waiters name tags. Probably because she was too focused on me ...o be bothered with noticing any of her other surroundings. When I took her hand and lead her out, though, the stupidity of my name choice vacated, and I was left with nothing but the crisp air hitting my too-warm skin, and the scent permeating from her, drawing me in. And for a second, I wished I was Marcus. That would make tonight much easier.. I knew that you were scum when I married you, but just how bad you were, well, I was determined to find out, and I did.You thought that by withholding sex until we wed, you'd control me, but I got the last laugh, because I fucked all of your female friends, without exception, that's right, and I selected your sex partners, not you! They were all a set up. It was a trap- the whole marriage was a trap, and you, despite your ruthlessness, fell into it.You see, my wife, I am a professional soldier. Baby,’ Derek winks at me and before I can say anything, he kisses me gently and then pushes me to the bathroom, ‘Shower time baby!’ Shedding my robe aka Derek’s shirt, I open the shower door, which is huge, and walk into the shower. Looking at the knobs I quickly figure out what I need to do and soon enough I am under the hot water rushing down my body. The question still plagues my mind. Why me? I look down at my body and all I know is, I’m not pretty, the scars make me sure of that, most are. In the cold and in the dark and in the snow. It snowed and by the time I had to leave, it was late and about five inches had fallen. You looked outside and saw “romantic” – I look outside and tried to remember if I had gloves in the car. We kissed after I opened your screen door and the sliding glass door, just before stepping outside into the cold and the dark and the falling snow. We kissed and we said goodnight. Then the glass door closed and the screen door closed, and I walked to my car. I.