All right, not ‘volunteered’. She’d just passed along a request that he be flown over to spend two weeks teaching a select group of officers th... same course he had been teaching—another irony--when he and Susan had met. The stipend had been generous and the offer had come at a time when extra money would come in handy—so Morey had jumped at it.All through the days preceding his departure he had joked about building body-armor out of pots and pans to bring along, and about earning “combat. She was the spitting image of my Christmas Angel from my dream the night before.She said, “Hello! My name is Christmas Angel can you please help me. My car won’t start.”I looked at her in disbelief then I replied, “Christmas Angel?”She laughed and said, “Yes! Really! I blame my parents for it. I was born at one minute after midnight on Christmas Day twenty-five years ago and of course our last name is Angel. My friends just call me Chris.”I smiled at her and said, “Hi Chris. Please don’t take. Waha puhnch gaye thodi der me baraat bi aa gayi. Fir khana begaira sab hua. Lekin main baar baar sonia ki taraf hi dekhe ja raha tha pata nahi aaj mujhe kya ho gaya tha. Baar baar use hi dekhe ja raha tha usne mujhe notice kar liya tha ki main use hi dekh raha hun lekin wo kuch nahi boli. fir baraat bi chali gayi. Fir hum sab dulha aur dulhan ko leke ghar Aa rahe the. Jaise hi waha se bahar aaye to sonia ne mujhe ishara kiya aur gadi k pichli side bulaya main chala gaya. Tab usne mujhse kaha ki. My Master tears into me, as if I am a pear freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips after he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed. In months, I labor with my sisters. He sows into us wildly. Seven gardens planted in a single night. Seven stone baths holding lavishly-seeded wives. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color of cinnamon, long dark hair resting at the swell of her back, with the radiance and beauty of a young.