Seven hours into our marriage, I think Lena’s conscience got to her and she confessed to premeditated nuptials. I guess, from her tone, that she was...afraid that if I happened upon the truth on my own, I’d change my mind.Truth? When she acted like she bought into the idea of living in MY apartment while she got set up on my job in Missouri, I did my own premeditation.Like her, a couple of months of nightly communications and I found myself wrapped up in the girl. When she got excited about a. Flashes still return to me. These silent drab walls were alive and listening then, when the stale air was ripe with moaning and the smell of bodily fluids. Oh how we fit together. As if I was the thick curved skeleton key to your soul's vault, the warm, wet lock below you. And when I entered I would unlock your most deeply held secrets. We brought them out and counted each one, then strung them here and there about the rooms. Oh the emotion and passions, raw unfiltered releases that we conjured. The landing party would be three Marines and myself, and one Marine and both shuttle pilots would stay aboard the Messenger of the Gods. Perhaps this plan would survive first contact with the enemy.Carrying out that plan meant forcing a sleep/work cycle so that when the Messenger of the Gods was close enough we could go 100% on duty with all of us rested enough to work a full 40 hour shift. Yeah, pipe dream—the actual work plan would include a 90-minute boarding procedure IF the scans indicated. During the evenings, she would find a chair across from him in the family room and sit casually. Whenever she felt that Bradley wasn't looking she would open her legs to reveal her bare vagina. It wouldn't take long before Chris got up to go to his room where he would resume studying and then masturbate before he went to sleep.Allison didn't know if her strategy would work, but she was having a great time teasing him. Chris had become very compliant and obedient. He was suddenly a perfect son..