But in spite of wielding the knife and assuring myself that I was going to thrust it into my stomach, I just could not get the power and zeal and spir...t to accomplish that. Mother. I thought about her. Alia Leif. What would she do without me? I was her one and only daughter. The only girl she adored more than anything in this world. Yes, even more than her own happiness and well-being. Was this how I was going to repay her for everything that she had done for me? By killing and depriving her of. It is a strange thing, although I can recall the slightest detail of the battle of Quatre Bras, that of Waterloo is a jumbled mess of half remembered recollections. Our battalion was in square with the 33rd Foot, and together we stood and took many casualties from French artillery fire.I remember the constant crash of musket fire, the hoarse shouts of the attacking French infantry—who themselves were charged by our heavy cavalry and scattered—and the swarms of cuirassiers around the square.At. They walked through the big orgy like it was a regular party to the prepared room.Burt opened the door and followed Josh through.The room was sparsely decorated, a big bed stood in the middle and a bar with a few mood lights were its only companions.“Okay Josh, the idea is that she comes home with her friends after a night on the town and on a dare she needs to take your cherry. The others will assist her in whatever way she wants, which will depend on her mood, but not take away her spot as. Which is pretty impressive, honestly. I wasn’t even delving into my imagination to fake it.I give a little roll of my hips to encourage him. He’s a little hesitant now that his fingers are touching flesh, but I moan and that seems to be enough for him.God, I’m actually enjoying this. His grip becomes firm as he grows more confident, and before I know it, I’m wanting more.The least I can do is give him the service he paid for, I think. It’s a bonus that I’ll actually enjoy it.I slowly unbuckle.