I was to learn later, after the departure of my father, just how little I really knew about the wiles of women.Turning my back, downhearted, on the de...arting cloud of road dust, I entered the cabin and looked towards my mother. She sat on the sofa, with my sister’s arm around her waist comforting her. The sooty tear tracks across my mother’s 33-year-old ivory cheeks didn’t become her. She was a fine compact lady, small framed and slim without being skinny. The summer dress she was wearing was. We met in a third location (country) after seven months of separation and I remember, we had a long one hour drive from the airport to the hotel. Now this country is a little conservative and we couldn’t really kiss in the taxi so we contained our emotions and just held hands tightly the whole way. Once we checked in to the hotel, it was an unbelievably long process until we could get into our room and the lust and pent-up emotions were just getting out of control. Finally, we rushed into our. ..On your knees now!" She raises on her knees and I plunge back into her at that same moment, grabbing her by the back of her head I slam that ass, and slam that ass, As hard as I can possibly fuck it. "And who's ass do I take whore?" Smacking her on the ass cheek."It is yours mistress and yours alone mistress" As she meets every thrust of my hips. "Lay down bitch" I demand... "WH.. WH.. What my mistress" Looking confused. I push her flat out on the bed, the purple toy still implanted in her. I drove to the White Swan and parked near the fire exit door. It was 6.45 p.m. on the 12th of June; I was thirty eight years old and now no longer a member of Her Majesty's armed forces, merely another ex-squaddie.For reasons, which may seem obvious, I do not celebrate my birthday. Well, not since my 18th, which I 'celebrated' by killing an Argentinian marine about the same age as me. However, today was different, as I intended commemorating this particular anniversary by crippling Martin.