The dented circular scar of a long healed bullet wound adorned her left breast, a few inches below her collarbone.One wall of the armory displayed her...honorable discharge from the US Army along with a citation awarding her the Army Commendation Medal for heroism, a Purple Heart for wounds received in combat, and an Iraq Campaign Medal. Ex-army and combat tested, she was the real deal.The brand new garments still carried tags from LL Bean. I let out a long whistle when I did a tally in my head.. She was surprised when he performed some elaborate folds in the material, wrapped around the babies hips and then used a dab of magic to get it to say on the baby.They couldn’t find any bottles in the kitchen or any babies-milk to feed him. They guessed that Deedee had intended to breastfeed. Bette did find a pacifier in a basket of baby clothes and toys and they decided that it would have to do for now.They took the baby back to the lounge to await the magistrate. Bette looked at Gazza holding. “Why had that happened?” I correctly asked myself.As I lay there I wondered what was happening to me.Eventually I got up, walked to my desk and got dressed into my ‘home’ clothes. I locked up and drove home in a bit of a dream world.“Still feeling a bit under the weather?” My mother asked. “You go and have a hot bath and I’ll put some soup on.”I smiled a little as I walked up the stairs. Soup is my mother’s answer to all ailments.In the bath I looked at my breasts. They were still a bit red and. The day his girlfriend had come home and she'd gone to the journalists house after midnight looking to hurt someone. The look in her eyes as she pushed open the back door causing him to pause and close his laptop before hurrying upstairs. Finding him kneeling naked on the bed, no words spoken. Upending the bag of "toys" and pulling out a blindfold, a gag, his eyes growing wider as she roughly secured both around his head. The cuffs she buckled too tightly around his wrists before pulling them.