But the worst thing I knew with all my being was that if any of this, any of it, ever got out, and that it so easily could, although I couldn’t feel...any more humiliated, I knew every minute of the rest of my life would be total humiliation.Jake said, “Hay Stevie, wanna be my bitch? Off the flo bitch. On your feet.”I placed my hands on his knees and rose to my feet. I was about to stand up straight when he said, “Put your hands here,” as he patted his upper thighs where they met his hips. I did. She could have gotten her outfit from my bag. She wore a tee shirt and jeans. Well she did have to wear a bra. She was much better endowed than me. Where I wore military style boots or running shoes, she wore leather slip ons. Her clothes fit really well, which led me to believe she came from money. She was also too well spoken to be a gopher for a rock promoter."So how did you land the job working for the promoter," I asked."Family connections," she answered. "My mom knows a lot of people, she. Shayad wo paint nahin kholata main hi khol deti. But maine mouka na gawate hue usake land ko muh me leke chusane lagi. Wo sitkar utha. Ahh ahh ahhh karane laga. Maine usake land ko jitana pyar se ho sakata tha chusa.Usaka land bilkul Indian tha. na bahot mota our lamba our na hi bahot patala our chota. Mujhe bhi bahot maja aa raha tha. 5 minut ke baad wo jhatake marane laga main samajh gayee ye chutane wala hai. Maine usaka land bahar nikala our sirf supade ko muh me leke chusane lagi. Aisa. I looked around at twisted metal and mangled bodies. The Humvee we had been traveling in was now a smoking death bed.I was trying to crawl out of the over turned vehicle when someone run ran up and laid a hand on my shoulder. I could see his lips moving, but couldn't make out the words. I struggled to get out, but this man I knew as Corporal O'Dell kept trying to keep me from moving.My own screams woke me, I was flailing in the bed trying to set sit up, sweat pouring off my shaking body. I was.