"Oh God! I am sorry, Ken, so sorry. I know you hurt. I know what it is like to lose a loved one, but you must be strong for the fleet. They need you."...I don't think I can. I don't think I can keep doing this. Too many friends have gone," Ken said through his crying."That's war. Sometimes it takes the best of us and rips our souls to the bone. All we can do is keep going on, and remember them with good thoughts on how they lived." How? How do I do that?" By being here for the people who need you. The black catsuit, boots, hood, corset and to disrobe and dress while standing exposed in the window of our room. I watch her silhouette against the lights of the city as she slips out of her clothes, anxiously glancing out for any reaction from the busy streets below. The possibility of complaining or even saying no never enters her mind. It might have once, but not now. Naked, she coats her body in lube and pulls on her catsuit. I walk to the window to tighten her corset. Once taut, I ease. Aisa kuch nahi kiya wo puri tarah nangi thi aur sarma rahi thi par maine kaha aab kuch karna chahta hu Madhu ne kaha koi jarurat nahi hai mujhe maalum hai raat ko kya kya hua hai maine kaha jab maalum hai to us samay maana kyo nahi kiya aab maine madhu ko pakad liya maine bhi bina kapdo ke tha aur wo bhi aur uske lips par kiss karne laga aur jor jor boobs chusne laga aab Madhu pagal hue jarahi thi aur mujhe apni or kech rahi aur mere balo ko pakad kar apni or kech rahi thi maine bhi aab use. Even reflecting on her actions tonight, she began to regret her impulsiveness. Fucking Paul right in front of Bert had seemed like such a clever idea at the time. But in hindsight, it seemed much pettier.She had managed to piss Bert off, there was no doubt about that. But now he was walking around with a very graphic memory of watching her having hot sex. She sighed in displeasure as it finally occurred to her that she’d just given him some top-shelf masturbation fuel. She didn’t want to think.