favor.”
“In fact it’s more than one favor.” I turn to see him and catch a glimpse of Divine and Joey eyeing us suspiciously.
“You’ll have to whisper them in my ear,” he says in a low, husky voice, looking at me hungrily.
I abruptly stop walking and my jaw drops to the floor. He’s flirting! I’m so impressed that I stay glued to my place.
He leans in so his ear gets closer to my mouth. His eyes turn dark as he lends me an ear.
But if a man find a betrothed damsel in the field, and the man force her, and lie with her: then the man only that lay with her shall die: But unto the damsel thou shalt do nothing; there is in the damsel no sin worthy of death: for as when a man riseth against his neighbor, and slayeth him, even so is this matter: For he found her in the field, and the betrothed damsel cried, and there was none to save her.
Deuteronomy 22:25-27
Chapter 11
Except for the chair, and a full size mirror that Tristan lent me, my room is practically empty. I change for a workout. There’s plenty of frustrated energy inside me that I need to burn out.
My face flushes, but it’s not an effect of the workout. I feel humiliated by what I’ve just asked a perfect stranger and what he’s asked me in return. I don’t have too many choices, so it was natural that I asked … but at his price? I have to think carefully about this.
I’m ashamed that Aleksey knows my secrets. I feel distrustful of his soldier appearance and intrigued by the sadness I saw in his face the first time I saw him. I’m grateful because he’s helped me, and now slightly angry for what he’s asked. It’s difficult to keep up with so many conflicting emotions.
Sunset arrives in a succession of pushups, crunches, squats, and jumps. I’m determined to improve my chances of defending myself against soldiers. The first step is to become TCR’s top fighter.
I take a break and look at the window. My eyes meet an unusual image.
Aleksey sits on the clinic’s roof with his back to me, his muscular legs crossed. He seems to be contemplating the vastness of the woods below. It’s not unusual for him to go there when the clinic has little movement. What’s peculiar is that Olmo sits there next to him, imitating Aleksey’s somber face and sitting position while eating an orange. Quietly.
Apparently , Olmo has found a role model and enjoys his company, even if his hero rarely speaks. Poncho is with them, so I know Olmo’s relatively safe, but I hate the idea of him getting attached to this stranger.
Olmo disappears from my view when Dad calls him for another homeschooling session. If Aleksey has heard Olmo’s enthusiastic goodbye, he doesn’t show it. The cop intrigues me. Why is he always alone? How would he answer my requests? What should I answer to his? Perhaps it’s better to be prepared for a negative answer to both of my petitions. I’m still considering his, though.
I shake my head and return to my training. I haven’t lost hope of losing my V, so I exercise my inner muscles through Kegel exercises. I’ll clasp my partner’s penis so tightly that he won’t ever forget me. I just hope I won’t get raped before getting a partner.
* * *
The steep streets are strangely deserted for an early, drizzly evening. Poncho and the twins have gone home ahead of me, sick of waiting in line for hours to get some food—food which is now hidden in my backpack. I carry a knife hidden inside my cloak. Just in case.
The Accord unit sits on the curb drinking. I don’t know why they don’t go to the Canteen. Hell! I don’t know why they don’t do what they’re supposed to do: protect civilians from the abuse from the troops. I wish they would return to their countries.
Unlike the rest of them, their leader doesn’t laugh. Aleksey is scribbling in his leather-bound journal instead.
Remembering the events of the past days, I frown. Aleksey discovered my secrets and made fun of me. Then he made a strange proposition and
“In fact it’s more than one favor.” I turn to see him and catch a glimpse of Divine and Joey eyeing us suspiciously.
“You’ll have to whisper them in my ear,” he says in a low, husky voice, looking at me hungrily.
I abruptly stop walking and my jaw drops to the floor. He’s flirting! I’m so impressed that I stay glued to my place.
He leans in so his ear gets closer to my mouth. His eyes turn dark as he lends me an ear.
But if a man find a betrothed damsel in the field, and the man force her, and lie with her: then the man only that lay with her shall die: But unto the damsel thou shalt do nothing; there is in the damsel no sin worthy of death: for as when a man riseth against his neighbor, and slayeth him, even so is this matter: For he found her in the field, and the betrothed damsel cried, and there was none to save her.
Deuteronomy 22:25-27
Chapter 11
Except for the chair, and a full size mirror that Tristan lent me, my room is practically empty. I change for a workout. There’s plenty of frustrated energy inside me that I need to burn out.
My face flushes, but it’s not an effect of the workout. I feel humiliated by what I’ve just asked a perfect stranger and what he’s asked me in return. I don’t have too many choices, so it was natural that I asked … but at his price? I have to think carefully about this.
I’m ashamed that Aleksey knows my secrets. I feel distrustful of his soldier appearance and intrigued by the sadness I saw in his face the first time I saw him. I’m grateful because he’s helped me, and now slightly angry for what he’s asked. It’s difficult to keep up with so many conflicting emotions.
Sunset arrives in a succession of pushups, crunches, squats, and jumps. I’m determined to improve my chances of defending myself against soldiers. The first step is to become TCR’s top fighter.
I take a break and look at the window. My eyes meet an unusual image.
Aleksey sits on the clinic’s roof with his back to me, his muscular legs crossed. He seems to be contemplating the vastness of the woods below. It’s not unusual for him to go there when the clinic has little movement. What’s peculiar is that Olmo sits there next to him, imitating Aleksey’s somber face and sitting position while eating an orange. Quietly.
Apparently , Olmo has found a role model and enjoys his company, even if his hero rarely speaks. Poncho is with them, so I know Olmo’s relatively safe, but I hate the idea of him getting attached to this stranger.
Olmo disappears from my view when Dad calls him for another homeschooling session. If Aleksey has heard Olmo’s enthusiastic goodbye, he doesn’t show it. The cop intrigues me. Why is he always alone? How would he answer my requests? What should I answer to his? Perhaps it’s better to be prepared for a negative answer to both of my petitions. I’m still considering his, though.
I shake my head and return to my training. I haven’t lost hope of losing my V, so I exercise my inner muscles through Kegel exercises. I’ll clasp my partner’s penis so tightly that he won’t ever forget me. I just hope I won’t get raped before getting a partner.
* * *
The steep streets are strangely deserted for an early, drizzly evening. Poncho and the twins have gone home ahead of me, sick of waiting in line for hours to get some food—food which is now hidden in my backpack. I carry a knife hidden inside my cloak. Just in case.
The Accord unit sits on the curb drinking. I don’t know why they don’t go to the Canteen. Hell! I don’t know why they don’t do what they’re supposed to do: protect civilians from the abuse from the troops. I wish they would return to their countries.
Unlike the rest of them, their leader doesn’t laugh. Aleksey is scribbling in his leather-bound journal instead.
Remembering the events of the past days, I frown. Aleksey discovered my secrets and made fun of me. Then he made a strange proposition and
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