"She tends to be aggressive with women, and in her regular activities, but she enjoys being sexually dominated." What about your other ... women?"I sh...ok my head. "No. Well, Peggy to a much lesser degree. With her it's more like a game we play. With Izzy it can get serious in a big damn hurry."Janis scratched her chin lightly with one finger, still frowning."You don't like being the dominator?" she offered."Actually I do. Way too much. And I hate that I like it, because I realize how easy it. Knowing his widow Siobhan Pryce as a childhood friend, Priscilla attended the service together with her new fiancé. It was a frog-march for them under the scathing comments of neighbours, relatives, and fellow officers. Somebody opined openly that Reginald Pryce had been lucky at least inasmuch as he had known the love of a worthy woman. Priscilla waited in vain for Lucius to defend her. He showed his true colours for the first time pretending not to hear the insults. For weeks thereafter,. I apologize that this is rather short, but it was very painful to write. © Hellraser 2014This particular part of my life was glossed over in the Caroline part of the series, primarily because some of it was classified. It took some careful questions to be able to write what I can.Time – late 1960’s, place – South VietnamLeaving the other members of my group anonymous the story begins as we camped outside a quaint little village. The people of the village were simple rice farmers and as was. In her previous consultations with sweet-faced Honey, she pitied the fact that the girl had never had any real connection with either of the sexes and had gone the self-pleasing route to satisfy her incessant urges. It seemed such a waste to her because the girl was truly a feast of femininity and succulent female flesh.Rebecca told Honey to get on the bunk belly down and bury her face in the soft allergy-free pillow. The smile on Honey’s face told her that the girl thought she had finally won.