Seeing that look in their eyes change from anger at me to anger at them because their body is betraying them is my high. The problem is, role play wor...s a little while but it’s not real. The struggles aren’t quite hard enough and the screams change too soon. Now I’ll be the first to admit they don’t all give in. Lots just cry, hell some just lay there. What the hell is that all about, I don’t want a blow up doll. Geez, getwith it, fight me, make me earn it. I’ve had a few so pitiful I lost my. Carathaya looked around and noticed that there several others looking in their direction. "Let us continue this when we get home, my dearest. We should not be discussing such things in public."Virathea looked around and realized that her mother was correct. "Yes, Mother. This is not the place for such things."The three of them continued walking, although now in silence. The light mood that Carathaya had been trying to cultivate was completely gone. Cynthia could only walk alongside Virathea and. I hadn't realized on that September morning many years ago when I kissed Red goodbye that I'd never see him alive again, that he wouldn't return to our tent in the hills in our gawdawful corner of Iraq. And that as a result my once happy life would turn to complete shit.As a lower ranking member of our security unit, he was often assigned to ride shotgun with various supply missions. In this particular instance he was riding security inside the cab of a five-ton 6x6 M809 that was going to make. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of your soft spoken words, shuddering at every touch, wonder, hoping that just maybe, it will never end. Longing for your touch, your voice, your soft spoken words being wrapped around my throat suffocating in your intoxicating presence. The constant glares you give me, ripping me apart, making me stare at the floor, feeling as though I've disappointed you, when I've done nothing. Making me feel like a worthless piece. Why do I want nothing.