I look behind me, and see him walk through the bedroom door. I back into the bed, and feels his hand on my leg. Without any thought, my hand reaches u... and slaps his face. I hear him cry out in pain, and then he pushes me down onto the bed. I try to back up, but he has my legs pinned against the metal bed frame.Without a warning, he leans forward and kisses my neck, then I feel his teeth pierce my skin. He pulls off my tank, and squeezes my breasts firmly. For a quick second, I relax at his. But I deserve everything the General did to me.”Jasmine didn’t know what to say, but found herself going over and hugging him instead.Embarrassed, she stepped back, almost said something, then hurried to get the blood-splattered pants she had put in a bucket of water to soak overnight. After scrubbing them on the washboard in lye soap water, she inspected them, but couldn’t find any stains. With a grin, she chastised herself mentally. They’re fatigues. What difference would a few stains make?. “My lady,” the guard said, “you have a visitor.” “Who?” “She left me with a missive to give to you.” He slid the letter under the door. I opened the envelope, then turned to the door. “She may enter.” A few minutes later, I was sitting across from Lady Sofia Droughtius. She was barely eighteen, her features still girlish, but there was a supple womanly body within her dress. The drape was rather revealing, flaunting her alabaster bosom nearly to the areola. She regarded me with tactful coyness,. I can't go back." "I think I understand Mrs. Remington," I nodded. I did, too, havingmissed out on so much growing up I had wanted adventure and gone lookingfor it. I couldn't go back to my old life either."Good. The thing is Steven that what I want is a little different thanwhat most people want. You've got a taste of it today of course but by nomeans have you had all of it. You won't like some of what I want," saidMrs. Remington, her voice gaining confidence as she went on.My cheeks flushed.