Peter's committed. He's married. P: Were you out with a guy?J: Yes.P: Oh. I wasn't expecting that. (He let himself in and looked at me in disbelief. H... was jealous.)J: Come on. You shouldn't be here. It's weekend.P: Sh*t. I'm jealous. (He pulled me to him and kissed me. Passionately. Hard. He was so hungry that he alternated between kissing my lips and my neck. I could feel his tight grip on my hips.)J: Why? We're not even... Before I could finish, he kissed me in the mouth and didn't give me a. Also no sex, just laying there together. I woke in the morning and realized that the girls were holding my woody. Not doing anything with it, just holding it. Naturally what was normally a sapling woody was now a mighty oak. I disengaged their hands and slipped out of bed. I looked at the toilet and thought I'll never be able to aim it with this, so stepped out the back and aimed at the trees. A hand came round my waist and took hold and gently aimed it for me. It felt, ... natural. A gentle. Your smile warmed my soul, sweeping me away like a leaf on a breeze, a great wind carrying me. Now I'm falling, so afraid, and I need you to catch me. Gradually, the darkness of sleep takes me, takes me to the place where we still are. A chance for me to apologise. I can tell you how I feel, now that you're gone, how much I miss you. I need you to subdue my fears, to tell me that you still love me, that you'll love me for a thousand years. I plead with everything my heart can muster, come back. Most of all, I need someone who knows enough to not use force. We'll have to avoid anyone who's suffered any post-traumatic events. It's possible someone may take shots at us, and I don't want anyone getting over excited and returning fire with the boys in blue if we can avoid it." Thanks for that, son, but despite how the media paints us, not everyone in the military suffers from PTSD," the Colonel pointed out."I understand that, Sir. But I recognize we may be in a compromising position and I.