The desert was a harsh place to live. Patrick didn't know any different though. His pa and he had traipsed across the Mojave desert all his life. By c...ring for a small herd of goats, they managed a living, of sorts, but the water and forage the goats needed kept them moving.Two summers back his old man got a mesquite thorn stuck in his right arm. He should have known better, but the damn idiot didn't bother with taking it out. The wound festered up good and the next thing Patrick knew his pa. Even though we were in a relationship for 5 years, we had never even kissed as she was conservative. However, I didn’t mind as our relationship was genuine.I went to Neha’s home the next day on a Friday afternoon for lunch. Her kid had gone to school, and her husband was assigned to different cities. We spoke about everything, from pollution in Delhi, to covid to how our lives have changed in the past few years.The rapport was still there, and we were comfortable in our conversations. Finally,. He had a hard time finding a lieutenant’s uniform that could pass muster in time for this event. He knew that he would see Harriet Lambert again, but he was equally sure that there would be no chance for him to speak to her in private. There would be dozens of senior officers present who would have precedent over him in claiming a dance with the commander in chief’s daughter.Indeed, all he saw of her during the evening was a short glimpse when he arrived. She gave him a smile, though, and this. Wanna watch. Shannon was asleep in Macks bed, she had been there for the past two and a half hours. She had spent about an hour in the tub, draining and refilling it until the hot water ran out. I had helped her up and helped her keep her balance and she was able to step out of the tub on her own. She was also able to stand by herself while I dried her off. Then Mack directed her to his bed and had her get on it on her hands and knees. For a second I thought he was going to fuck her and I was.