Her skin was soft like velvet, and her grip was firm, the warmth of her palm permeating him to the core. He felt blood pumping through his organ, maki...g it jump and pulse in her hand. He tried to buck, to drive his member deeper into her fist, but she held him still as if enjoying his fruitless writhing.“Ye ever touched yerself, at least?” She waited for a reply, but he gave none, the power of coherent speech now a lost art form to him. She bit him softly on the neck, pinching his skin in her. He returned home to Prussia, but by then his village had been handed over to Poland as they carved up Europe after the war. There he met and married my mother, Hilde, who was also of German birth, but again caught up in the border changes arranged during the armistice.”“And then they had you, born sometime in the 1920s?”“Yes I was. Things weren’t good there in the twenties and thirties, with war almost inevitable, so we moved to Austria for a couple of years when I was too young to remember it.. Sorry to be my usual irreverent self, but I need to relax a bit after the last week. Third Company's luck ran out. We lost two tanks while turning another Sa'arm gathering drive away from the jungles on Alpha Continent. (I don't name the continents. Someone higher up than me called them Alpha and Beta and refuses to allow us to rename them. – We have scheduled a vote regarding that which we will hold in a few weeks.) Anyways, we lost tanks six and eight. We were supposed to be a diversionary. “He fired you?” “I really thought he was going to. But he just stood there studying me for a minute, then said, ‘As it happens, I need an escort for tonight. If you’ll give me your girlfriend for tonight, perhaps I can re-evaluate your performance based on hers.’” I blinked, shocked. “What did you say?” “Ali, if you were any other girl, I’d have said no immediately, but…” He trailed off. “You said yes.” There was a guilty silence. “I said it was up to you,” he muttered. I sighed. Baffled..