I went into the bathroom to have a shave. From the wall to my right i could hear her. She was in the shower. I could hear her singing, just the sound ...f her voice was enough to make me hard. I sat on the edge of the bath, ear pressed against the wall. Her singing stopped. I could not hear anything anymore. I sat there in a trance. I could hear footsteps from her room. She was back in the bathroom. Enough was enough i went outside through the window towards the back and looked in through her. "Now that the teenager had pointed it out we could see the hut silhouetted against the darkness only a few hundred feet from the road. It seemed the only smart option, so we grabbed a small tarpaulin for shelter and dashed across the wet field together. To my surprise the door was unlocked, but Tom said that was normal because the huts were used by different people at different times, often as emergency shelters.Inside the hut was indeed snug and weather tight. There was a pot-bellied woodstove. Standing before me was my little sister of 18 years, holding a small duffle bag, wearing a wan smile and an old hoodie and a pair of blue jeans, all of which was drenched in the pouring rain. I shook my head, clearing the cobwebs and ushered her inside, closing the door and feeling her small 5’2” frame cling to mine. Her tears combined with the water on her shirt to soak mine through in a matter of minutes. Even wracked with sobs, anyone could tell she was beautiful. And it hurt me to see such. ” It took her a second to see that she and Mom were one of the two things he’d wanted. Made sense, really. When Mom left him, he’d lost a lot of connection with her.“It wasn’t you, Dad. I may be prejudiced, but ask your step-children. It’s not as though Mom had a great track record in marriage before or after you.”“You know what the divorce rate is in Delta Force? It’s strange. There are all these barriers to getting in, and it’s easy to get out, but almost none of us get out by choice.”“Well,”.