I didn't expect she could ever reconnect with me.After a month or so – I learned to tell time, no more 'whiles' – the mail caught up with me. I op...ned the latest letter from Carolyn first. We'd married in my junior year in college, her senior year, and we had a hot time for more than a year, before I enlisted. She thought I was nuts for joining, and more nuts when I made the SEALs. I had wondered why she hadn't shown up at the hospital – South East Pennsylvania isn't that far from Washington,. Then, before she had a chance to recover from that, the man grabbed Alice's throat once more, cutting her air off abruptly. She gasped, coughed, and tried to breathe, panic setting in when she discovered that air would still not enter her body. "You've been a bad little girl, Alice, you cunt," he snarled, feeling the bloodlust take over. "You screamed, struggled, and bit!" He used his second hand to put even more pressure on Alice's throat, making her eyes bulge. She was writhing madly beneath. ? I was back to dreading speaking with the girls. When they'd run up to me on the walk back from school, I'd act amused when they'd fight over who got to tell me about their day first. When we were 16, and Jax was 15, I started to notice the girls wear... different clothing on the weekends. Their usual jean shorts turned into short tight gym shorts, and I had to fight my urges to look. Katie and I used to play-wrestle when we were about the same size at age 8, but now, 8 years later, she had. . What about your tights, Ma'am?" I puzzled seeing her dark tinted tights."What about them?" She questioned."Well it's hard to do nails if your feet are covered up..." I bravely stated."God you really are a stupid little girl, aren't you? Take them off you dumb blonde!" She barked.My hands shook as I nervously placed one hand under her calf to hold her leg, and with my other hand I slowly slid it up her grey skirt over her thigh. My hand trembled as I uncomfortably felt for the rim of her.