Anger hatred and something else my heart gave the biggest jump of its life and suddenly became absolutely still as if someone from the invisible world...whispered into my ears, “continue man. You are caught. Then why feel shame. Besides, don’t you see it? She likes it”. My hand continued rolling on my pole, up and down, my eyes riveted to hers. Her eyes were smoldering my penis with anger and still I was able to trace out that thing which kept her eyes there only. It was lust. She hated it, but. No one said a cross word about me walking into camp with Katia's furs and I assumed they knew better, thought it was none of their business, or had too much hangover still hanging on. I didn't really give a shit anyway.After the meal was over I spent the rest of the day mostly on my own. Shaeta and Katia stayed close to Caloe and Shata all afternoon, and then even closer when the cooking started. We had our supper just before sunset. Shaeta brought my bowl of grub first and then went back for. There are essentially two types of ambushes that a soldier needed to worry about, the near ambush and the far ambush, and each was responded to by a different strategy. If this had been a far ambush, say an attack at a distance by a sniper or emplaced machine gun, Taylor’s best option would have been to find cover and return fire while attempting to find an option for assault or retreat. In a near ambush, the Army trains its soldiers to assault through the ambush, using violence of action to. As my head tilted downward to reconfirm my newly vacant crotch area,sandy blonde hair cascaded down over my eyes.I reached up and used both hands to pull the hair away from my face,then stared into the mirror once again. "Ok Tom, get a grip," Iwhispered to myself in a tiny breathless voice. "For better or worse,I'm Zoe for the time being." My voice sounded a bit more adamant, as ifI was trying to convince myself of the situation.I stared directly into the mirror and spoke more clearly. "Hey....