“Officer, that was Mr. Fitzpatrick’s former girl friend. She’s from Chicago. This morning she called Mr. Fitzpatrick who told her their ... rela...ionship ... was at an end. Clearly, she’s not used to taking no for an answer.“She appeared a few moments ago, stormed into the office screaming at Mr. Fitzpatrick and then swung at me. I think you saw her try to hit me as you arrived. One thing you should know, officer, for your own protection: She’s the daughter of the chairman of Ajax Industries. I. Since it wasn’t directly an army affair, it wasn’t clear why he was the court orderly, but he had the loudest voice, so perhaps that was the qualification needed.“Right so we have an agreed fact – that this soldier had sex with this girl. The dispute is whether she was willing or not. NO! You’ve had your say madam” The mother was attempting to interject. “Now we have the evidence of the torn clothing, that suggests either unwillingness on the part of the girl, or a desire for rough sex. I would. Yuck, this sucked! Maybe, if she wrote it down, someone would etch it on her tombstone: Here lies Stephanie the slave girl, nauseated and horny.”Jason, handsome and buff with his short beard and tight-fitting shirt, stirred. He’d be twenty-six now, the same as her. She found her voice. “What did you do to me?”“I brought you back.” He grinned.He didn’t understand. “No, Jason, all you did was fill me with her memories. I’m not your Stephanie, not anymore.”Jason shook his head in denial.The stupid. After that, we started texting more. She became more open with me and most of the topic is our private. One day in office during a break, I asked her why so much hair in her pussy. She said she liked it.And I asked her, “Why did you make it to perfect shape. Who is gonna see there?” She replied, “Didn’t you see?” We both laughed. I asked, “Who else is going to see.” I know that we both are not at all a virgin. Even I want her to confront. She was silent for some time.She asked me, “Unaku ena.