Dimitri was a large, barrel-chested man and even as tall as she was she felt small in his arms. Over the years he had had many beautiful and skilled w...men in his power and now she felt his experience in every kiss. He was devouring her breath, stealing it away with a force that might overcome a woman of lesser strength.Becca was not easily fooled, but she kept that detachment apart from her pleasure. As a woman, she reveled in the physicality of it all but her mind never wavered from the role. I was holding my dress carefully. I tried to hide the fact that it was simply falling off by itself. Then I let go of it when I reached the field. I stepped quickly toward the horse because I felt it falling off with each step. Then I slowed down when I finally reached the horse.I slowly moved closer to him a bit to caress his head. I’d never touched a horse before, so I didn’t know how he would react. Luckily, he endured it and didn't really do anything. I caressed him for a few seconds while. ” A tear trickled down from the corner of Ithicus’ eye.Melissia reached up and wiped the tear away. “You are no coward Ithicus, you are simply a man doing his duty, nothing more nothing less.” With that Melissia drifted back into a fitful sleep.Three weeks later, Melissia found herself stifling her screams for a very different reason. Naked beneath a thin blanket, she writhed on her cot; arms outstretched; drenched in sweat. Her perfectly formed feet and muscular yet feminine legs jutted out of. "And like every Institute Positive, you feel obligated to go where he points," she sighed."Positives are servants of humanity's survival," I recited."Institute propaganda," she said. "Or more accurately, the Director's propaganda." Is that what you think?" I asked coldly."No," she replied carefully. "But I'm a woman whose man is keeping secrets." Assigning a Healer to the Euro-Institute is a large enough gift that they have to accept the terms of the Director's proposed merger," I told her."I.