There was no light showing under our parents door, so the chances were they had gone straight to sleep; they weren’t believers in reading or talking...at bedtime. We still kept quiet as Jen carefully closed the door behind us, holding the handle so that the latch didn’t click too loudly. Again, the orange light from the sodium streetlights gave us enough light to see each other in form if not in detail. I stood with my back to the door; if by chance either of our parents suddenly remembered. “The Darjee don’t, but we do,” answered Katie. “Planning - that would be me and a couple of others I hope you agree to meet - recommended exemptions to the baby producing rule for certain needed skills and experiences. Let me enumerate yours,” she ticked off on her fingers. “Each of you retired with thirty years of service. Between you there are more medals than is usual for an entire battle tested platoon - and not just participation salad. You both have led in infantry, armor, and air assault. This incident happened just few months back we use to talk occasionally only when required as I am staying alone but I know she has a bit crush towards me but I don’t want to go further as I respect her and don’t want to ruin her life but also wants to have in my bed.However one day its came in reality as I was watching TV at night in my Room and I got a bit movement near my window when I saw I found this girl roaming around when I asked the same she replied that her parents are went to attend. She felt herself relax a bit and settled into her seat for the long ride. Consciousness came back in a deafening rush of screams and pain. Her screams. Her pain. He was on her. He was in her. Pounding in and out of her like a freight train, breath foul and drool dripping across her face as he pounded in and out and in and out… She screamed and thrashed, reached for the jacket pocket and brass knuckles that weren’t there. She tried to bite at his hand as he covered her mouth. He hammered his.