"So what should I do?" she asked sheepishly."That's better," said Megan. "You can start by making up for invading my privacy. You've gone through all ...y private things, so I guess I should punish you by going through all of yours." No," protested Amy. She mentally cringed at her own voice. It had become whiney instead of loud and defiant."Yes," insisted Megan. "I think that would be the perfect punishment for you. Come on." She grabbed Amy's arm and led her into the other bedroom.Amy looked. Something in the way my sister was looking me in the eye and then staring at my crotch as she sang troubled me. “What does that mean?”“Come on. Don’t pretend you deny feeling the same way about me. Ever since that night of your senior prom, when I had to put you to bed and we ended up rassling until you blew a load all over my tits, haven’t you wanted to redo it, but sober? Or sort of sober anyhow.” Ginger rose up across the table, looking me in the eye again, but before long my glance traveled. Maybe I wasn’t attractive, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be. After all, the best indication of how a girl will look when she’s older is to look at her mother, and her mother was still quite attractive at 45. Furthermore, my feelings for Julie went well beyond her physical attributes or our sex life. It was true, initially that pretty much was our relationship. But now, I loved her as a person, and that wouldn’t change if, god forbid, she became horribly disfigured tomorrow. She liked that. We will teach you how to not break during torture."Nikolai was put in various bonds, men would start striking him and he wasexpected to take it or escape the situation. He was taught some basicways to escape handcuffs, ropes, other forms of bonds. He was strappedand tied down to a chair and taught how to escape. Then, he was trainedto evade capture once he had escaped.After the sixteen week course of advanced Spitnaz training, he wascommissioned as a full lieutenant in the military. Then, he.