They engage in some minor conversation. Chance hopes she’ll ask him to put on some lotion, but it never happens. “Wow, did you see that package on...that guy?” she asks, focusing on the other people.“Yeah, he looked pretty hung,” Chance agrees.“There are plenty of hot girls out here, maybe you should talk to a couple,” Rory suggests. “Maybe you can get some pussy.”“And what fuck here on the beach?” Chance scuffs.“Yeah, why not?” she asks, winking. “I’d fuck someone one the beach. Imagine how many. I promise.’ I stroked his hair and his back. I guided him to the bed and sat him down on the edge. I kept up the soothing words and held him tenderly. I eventually coaxed him into bed and sat next to him until he relaxed enough to fall asleep. I sat there for sometime just watching him sleep, stroking his hair. Finally, I slipped under the covers next to him and slept as well. For the next two months we slept side by side. He never spoke about Michelle and I stopped asking if he wanted to talk.. I just hope I can adapt back to Montana life and not be too frustrated.” “You'll be fine. Jordan will be there to talk to and I'm just a text away.” “Thank you.” With that they rested, letting the warm glow envelope them into a small nap. It wasn't very long until Janelle heard Jordan's delightful murmurings. She smiled to herself happy that both her sweet girls were enjoying themselves. She lay there contemplating her life without them. She let out a deep sigh which stirred Kelsey awake. . Men's dress and women's lay tossed together, tatty and indiscriminate, discarded and bruised by the boots of the militia.I remember the terrible silence of the women and looking around and seeing a pair of stays, torn to shreds and saturated in urine and cum. I remember wondering who they belonged to.I remember the Gens d'Armes displaying the bloody results of their torture and shoving it into my face, and the red puddles seeping slowly into the bare earth.I remember it as if it were.