She took to smoking more than a pack a day and Gregory wasn't too pleased about it. Plus she lost weight not wanting to eat. She lived on scotch alone... Ian must be dead, she thought over and over. She hated herself for allowing this to happen. If she had read the schedule correctly, this would not have happened. She only blamed herself for this. She wanted and needed her son back with her. She had to tell him that Gregory was his father."Sir I need help badly," Captain Mills declared after. "Thanks, Tanya. Well, maybe we could just go up to a group of the Guard boys and see if we can get them to help us."Tanya said "Not just any group of them. They have to be good old country boys." She looked around. "There! That group of boys over there." She had good instincts for spotting red-necks.The three girls went over to the Guardsmen, who were quick to acknowledge the pretty girls."Well, what can we do for you pretty ladies?" one of them, a corporal, said with a big grin.Tanya spoke up. Leaving me standing there, naked, hands by my sides, my hard cock sticking straight out.Slowly he began walking around me, gently running his hand over my shoulder, then down my back grasping my ass cheek at the end. After what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke as he stepped back in front of me.“Kneel,” he commanded in a soft but controlled voice.Nerves shot through my entire body, is what I think about to happen, really going to happen? My mind started to buzz with anticipation, but I. . Was I sorry?Now I was able to see a side of Patrick I never knew existed. For the first time in my life, someone made love to me. Someone was enamored with me. When you overlooked the antagonistic and self-serving persona, Patrick was amazing. Endearing. Beloved. Could I regret experiencing all that? Tasting him? Feeling him inside me? Seeing him watch me with such strangely devoted eyes?Remembering a question I asked myself not long ago, though it seemed like years before, I wondered again.