He loosens the gag on my mouth and shoves something in it, it tastes funny but I have no clue what it was and he says there you go, clean your ass off...this. It was what was in my ass first. I sucked it clean as I was told in hopes I would not get punished anymore. I feel something tight on my nipple then on my other nipple it was so painful, they were being pinched. Next I felt something go around my throat it was tight and cold, and as he pout it on me he said now I am collard just like his. I know you won a silver star, a bronze star, and a distinguished service cross for the second battle of Al Basrah and you were injured twice, earning the Purple Heart with an oak leaf cluster.” I leaned back to take a closer look at this woman. My concern showed on my face. Had she been stalking me?“You probably think I’m a stalker, but I’m not. I know all of that and more from my dad. He knows you personally and you know him.” I must have looked confused because she continued. “What’s. Go inside. Take this. Can't risk it gettin any wetter. I'll be right back", he handed me his phone wrapped tightly in a little blue handkerchief. And then he was off, running back toward his home in the sheets of rain. I thought I glimpsed him turn back once as he ran, and I imagined that half-smile as he did, before disappearing into the darkness across the road. I felt so lost, confused, happy and mixed-up in that moment. And for a split second, i felt as if the raindrops were falling up up. The similarity may not have been lost on them.My mind was flashing with thoughts, options, ideas, and questions about what to do, how to do it, and the best, safest way to proceed. I settled on one immediately, though. I was twenty feet from the matt when I dropped to the floor on my hands and knees. The concrete floor was hard, but not rough. It, like the walls, were coated with a thick resilient paint. None the less, I started crawling toward the matt with care. I didn’t want to have my knees.