‘Karl, I know you were fucking Ann this afternoon. Besides your guilty expression and the smell in her room, she was covered in your cum, and believ... me, I know that taste.’ I kicked myself at letting that little titbit slip, but Karl was so ready with his excuses he missed it completely. ‘Kate, Kate, I can explain…. I just went round to say hi, and one thing led to another. She led me on. I couldn’t help myself. It didn’t mean anything…’ The words tumbled out, one after the other, none making. Does that make sense?" Well," he replied, "it does. I think I see what you're getting at. You don't want a cold, clinical encounter, but you don't want to make it into a courtship either." Exactly! We're friends, and for me this would be along the same lines as friends going canoeing for the first time together. They would know that, if the experience was fun, they might do it again, or maybe it's just the one time. But either way, they'd still be friends, but nothing more involved." Kind of a. Mark clutched at his throat, hissing in sweet, precious air. Then he stood in front of her and slammed his fist against her face again, cursing in his native tongue. He only calmed when his General, Stephan, reached out and took his arm to keep him from hitting her again. ‘You will kill her, Mark. At least wait until she knows she is being punished before beating her. Come, let the camp doctor examine your throat. The bitch will be out for a while.’ ‘What of the other one?’ Mark’s voice was. He stood stock still with his jaw slightly opened and wondered for the hundredth time just what the hell he'd gotten himself into.She was wearing a short dark red skirt, matching heels and an emerald green top. She was tiny and perfect and his mouth was suddenly so dry he wasn't so sure he could say anything. She stopped, picked up her purse and looked back over her shoulder at him. Seeing him still standing in the doorway she frowned slightly, turned and started back towards him."This is okay,.