‘Gain some, Beth. I’m not rushing.’I knew he would play with me this way. That he would take his time and that every time I would try to rush, h... would pull away. And that left me in the position to behave. Or at least try. I moved my hips against his hands and felt his fingers push their way inside of me. I moaned again as I gripped onto the sheets. I could feel his hand pull back and push in as he slowly fucked me with his fingers. And while words were filling my head to express every. Then Dr. John took his stethoscope and listened to her heart on all sides of her breasts. Then he began to examine her breasts, and Jan says he really began squeezing her nipples hard again. He pinched and massaged her breasts till he made them very sore, as though he was looking for "milk." His next move was to place the gown back up to her neck, then lift the gown from below until it lay across her chest just below her breasts. This exposed her completely from the abdomen down to her. He leans to gently kiss her forehead. "Time to head back, cutie," he says. The dream returns. Faith wakes to sheets clinging to her glistening body. She decides on a shower, and to sleep again. However, the dream haunts her, but now she searches for his face and what she finds are those glowing eyes. Startled, she wakes up realizing she has put a face to her dream. Two months of dreams, walks, words, forehead kisses. She now has his entire face memorized—every eyelash, every curve, the crooked. You may make no changes to the story and the copyright statement must not be removed. The author grants no other permissions to you or your successors. A Letter from the Front Dearest Elizabeth, I have been writing this letter in my head for the past thirty-eight days and now that I am back in an American firebase, I am finding it hard to put to paper the thoughts I had in my head. Guess the best thing to do is write what I am thinking just as if I were back out in the field. The team was given.