She had no idea how long she had slept. Tara was a muscular, handsome young woman. 33 years old with the strength and heart of a lion. 5 feet 5 inches...tall, short brown hair and deep brown eyes that both charmed and raised fear in men and women. She was confident and self-assured.She was covered in mud and blood. She also noticed a large cut just above her right breast but it was no longer bleeding. Looked like hell. Damn, she was hungry. She felt around in the bushes and found her sword and. Then the faux diaries got posted all over social media sites. Now she was an outcast. No parent would let their daughter be friends with her, never mind dating; although that didn’t stop some of the boys from trying to get in her pants, it encouraged them to sexually harass her. The only support she got was from her brothers; Jimmy a Marine Lance Corporal on his second tour of duty in Afghanistan, and Wayne who was leaving for Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island in a few days.Marie. "Sit on the couch, make yourself comfortable. She kicked her boots off to the front door, and pulled me beside her on the couch."Now then, Rachel... Do you remember me?" I downed the alcohol and sat up to get another drink. "No, I honestly don't. Sorry." How does she know my name?"Can you get me another also?" She handed her glass over and I poured another two drinks. I hadn't drank in months and was never a big drinker, with the exception of special occasions, so I was already feeling typsy.. But I’m not used to being hustled into my own workshop, having the door slammed and locked, then held by a shivering young woman begging for my help.As you know, my social skills are ... Ugly. So I reacted by hugging her tight and since I’m taller by a good bit, leaning and spanking her hard on her cute little butt. That got her attention, she even calmed down a bit.“So what exactly brings you here needing a favour so desperately?”I thought it a fair question, Tricia however imitated an.