When he finally showed up, he let himself in the car, lowering his lanky frame into the driver's seat."Give me my damn keys, bitch!" he snapped.I sat...silently in the back seat as staff sergeant Tyler drove me through the narrow streets of the German town. His destination was utterly unknown to me and his intentions equally nebulous.Eventually, he came to a place where some raggedy winos were sitting on a bench near the street. He spoke to them in German and eventually one of them got in the. " Nope, not letting you leave until I get my fill of cuddling," I thought to myself.I grabbed his shirt and pulled him against me, while pressing my lips to his. He struggled for a moment and then wrapped his arms around me; pulling me tightly against him. Fear flooded into me but I pushed it back; I just want to be loved, and I'm not letting him leave. My hands found his pants button. He tried to protest, but I bit down on his lip; turning his words into an incoherent mumble.I got frustrated. “You’re anything but a slut,” I said.“Like you’d know,” she said. She almost sneered, but it was there and gone too quickly to catch in a pic.“I know how sluts act, Hannah, and you don’t act that way.”“I did for you,” she argued.“That was different. We were trying to work up to getting something hot. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to run out and tell all my friends,” I said.“You’d better not,” she warned. “Not if you ever hope to see them again.”That was interesting. I didn’t have to ask her. Our involvement had started innocently enough, as I was a regular visitor. Several weeks later when no one else was at home, I was with her in the kitchen when I suddenly told her that I wanted to tell her something. She told me to go head . I hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Shailaja, you’re such a beautiful and dutiful wife, but I think you are wasted on your husband! He doesn’t pay you any attention and I believe you deserve better than that!” she was stunned to hear these words from.