He stopped pushing and laid still, waiting for Amy to let him know when she was ready for the full insertion of his hard cock.“Owww! Damn, that hurt...!” Amy cried in pain. “Oh God, Ben, what have I done? I knew it might hurt the first time, but not like this!”Ben held Amy tightly in his arms as he waited for her pain to subside, all the while feeling guilty and unabashedly ashamed at being the cause of it.“Lie still, Little One,” he softly told her, “and soon the pain will be gone, to be. Explode a couple of mortar shells under a Humvee, and even if you don’t penetrate the inside, you’ve probably shredded the tires and rattled the guys inside bad. Then, set off a second explosion five minutes later, while the crew is being rescued and the Humvee is being rigged to be hauled away. It was all standard stuff you learned in Basic training and was being used against us.Our vehicles were mostly able to take some punishment, but the emphasis was on the mostly and the some. The basic. " How about crashes, though?" I persisted. "Yours can't have been the only one, not over such a long time." Ship that crashes will destroy itself, so that what is left will appear to be only meteor," he told me. "There is small delay, so that pilot may escape if not dead or badly hurt; our people at home demand this. But we here who fly these ships are taught not to make such escape, we are told it is our duty to die with ship." Even hearing his words only in my mind I could perceive a sour. I've been depressed for ages. I've been to shrinks, had tests. Been put on a dozen drugs. I'm on two antidepressants now. But they don't do much. They keep me from crying in public and keep me going to school."She paused, shame coming over her face."And I've slit my wrists and been in the hospital."I could just make out the scar on her wrist."But when I read your mind, I also feel your feelings like they're my own. It's like color in a black and white movie. When you feel fairly happy, like you.