It was a memorial of the regiment and had the names of all those who served from the first formation to those who fell in the last battles. The names ...f all those men and women and their deeds they carried out are all recorded in the Wall for those who remember and to never forget.He found the section where their names had been carved into the Wall and his vision started to mist up. But he wasn’t crying, it was just the blasted weather. Just like last year and the years before that.And even. ." No... no fudging way..." Doug gulped. "Y-You're making it up... this isjust stress, is all!" Oh yeah?" Mfalme grinned as he whipped out his phone. "Head on over toyour scratching post and get on your knees."Doug glared at him defiantly... yet he began to walk. It was like anirresistable urge, an itch that HAD to be scratched. Once there, helowered himself down to his knees. Mfalme chuckled as he readied hisphone to record."Now, give us a big smile and start scratching it, like a good. "Drop the skirt bitch'" he hissed."What?" I answered not understanding quite what was going on.'SLAP'!My head exploded with the force of the slap to my face; I thought myhead had been knocked off."Don't you fucking mark her!" Carmel warned Steve."Well you tell that bitch, I ain't half as nice as Eddie so she betterjust take what's coming ok," Steve hissed at Carmel."Ok Steve, I think she gets it!" Carmel retorted."Well let's just make sure," Steve answered and then punched me in thestomach. I. .. ish. Was he her lover? A couple weeks of constant sex — amazing sex — and they’d never brought up the sensitive topics again. Ares, Darian, her dead tribe, Iobates, none of it. All they did was fuck, fuck, and fuck some more. It was probably a good idea Darian split them up.“Alright,” she said. “Come on then snake girl.” Without bothering to look behind, she started walking. A sword in its scabbard on each hip, shield on her back, and dressed in her Amazon armor. Leather and metal guards and.