. Every. Thing. I. Say. And then, if I'm satisfied, I'll fuck you. Deal?" Your thoughts whirled and your hormones raged at Tina's offer. You did want ...er, had for years, and for the first time, you had a chance with her."Uh, um...alright, deal, I guess..." you wish that you could summon up at least a little suave, but it just won't come."Nope, not good enough. Swear it. Promise you will do everything I ask until sunset tomorrow." Amanda and Zosia giggled at Tina's commanding presence."Ok, I. I reached out to tryagain, but this time there was a picture of a beautiful young woman, nowme, in a military uniform. I ran my fingers over the picture and began tofeel another rush of memories. At the age of eighteen I was conscriptedfor my standard two years of service within the IDF, Israeli's military.I belonged to the Sayeret unit, a Special Forces division specializing incommando and surveillance. I was well trained and honored. It was duringmy last month of conscription that my parents. Everything feels empty. Much like the static that you hear when everything is so quiet, too quiet, that’s my life now. Now the tortuous ticking of the clock is the stark and constant reminder how quickly time passes and how I can never recapture that second that just ticked. Even the cat and the dog are mourning her loss. They just hang out together, never leaving the other alone. Animals know. They go out together and come in together and rest in the same sunny spot on the couch. Never. Rajesh collapsed in his chair pooja took off his shoes and socks and getting a large pitcher from the kitchen filled with hot water she washed his feet leisurely. Rajesh’s got up from his chair and they made their way into the bedroom… Pooja quickly started undressing him…as she was taking his belt out from his waistband, she gave him a wary look. Two or three times a week, Rajesh used to thrash Pooja with his belt-8 to 10 hard strokes… and more often than not, it was on coming back from work….