I felt twinges of guilt as I looked, but I reminded myself that I was only looking. I was not touching or doing anything inappropriate. I was making a...‘pastoral visit.’ Still my mind kept slipping towards the gutter. I had never cheated on my wife, in fact she was the only sexual partner I ever had. As we neared the high school, Veronica slowed and dropped back to ride beside me. ‘That was a great ride, but I still have a few questions. My water bottle is empty and I need to replenish. My. He quickly beckoned me back inside. We didn’t want to get caught but it felt so erotic being exposed in girly clothes outside.Reluctantly I got in and put my jeans and jacket back on as he drove us back to town. He explained that his wife would get suspicious if he was out for too long.When he dropped me off near the shops I walked down to the local pub, checking that my Jacket was zipped all the way up hiding my outfit.I got a drink and sat at a quiet table in the corner. There were only a few. The rough wood scratched her back and buttocks. She had given up struggling some time ago, thinking that many of the women who entered this hut never came out again. Perhaps, if she complied, she might just see tomorrow, perhaps even the day after, although her future and that of the other fifteen hundred women in the prison camp, was very uncertain. She had been brought here only a month ago, but in that time, she had been beaten, interrogated and half starved. Too many women had been taken. "You are going to become a WestPac Widow," he joked. That was the name the sailors put on the wives left behind. It was a little bit notorious in that it was thought that the first few days after a formation moved out there were a lot of available women around. In the two weeks that we had left before he deployed, we made the decision that I would stay there and continue in school, much to the concern of my parents. We took care of business and each other until the day he left. I was bawling.