She asksme what is for breakfast, and I tell Her that I am thinking of making pancakes.She tells me to hurry up, that She is hungry, but then She grin..., showing thatShe didn't mean it as harsh as She sounded.I go to the pantry and get the pancake mix off of the highest shelf. I set it onthe counter, then get the milk and eggs from the refrigerator. As I mix thebatter, Mistress catches a good, long look at my butt and whistles. I have alight chuckle at the compliment. I don't think my butt is. "Come in" you say and I'm not entirely sure whether that's an invitation or a command. It doesn't really matter whether I accept or obey. I step inside where New Age minimal music sets a relaxing mood. A slight scent of incense fills the air. The room is dimly illuminated in dark red tones. Everything meticulously planned to enhance your mesmerizing features.You close the door behind me and put your hand on my shoulder. I turn around to once again look into your eyes. This time you say nothing.. "Emily stood next to me. Without a word, I pulled her against my naked body. She looked at me, and as she opened her mouth to say something, I shocked her.I kissed her.She looked at me, opened her mouth, nodded to me, and I kissed her again.Moving my hands up against her, I leaned into her, and reached down. I grazed her small flat stomach with my fingers, and I pulled up her shirt. She backed up a bit, and I pulled it up over her head. I dropped it on the floor of the living room, and stood. Once to Iraq and once to Afghanistan." How was it?"I couldn't talk about it. It was still painful to think of those who died. Those three whose names are tattooed on my ribs. "It was like living a nightmare. I'd rather not talk about it now." Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." I could tell by her voice this wasn't the answer she was expecting."It's okay, its just hard to deal with sometimes. How have things been with you? Still have all the boys chasing after you?".