Back then I thought if I was woman enough to join up, then there was nothing I couldn't do. And when he tried reining me in, I'd broken the tethers so to speak and never looked back, well not physically anyway. Emotionally I'd left everything that I was back in that desert with him.
I knew the only reason I'd been able to escape him so easily was because we'd both been called up at the time, and there was nothing he could do. But I had no doubt had we been stateside he would've fought me tooth and nail, and I would've given in.
There were many days and nights in between then and now that I wish I had. When his hand started moving on my body again it was the easiest thing in the world to just turn into him and let him take me. The soreness between my thighs was forgotten along with ever
