Curran was about nineteen when the war finally broke. He had seen the horror of death and destruction. He had seen the horrors of rape. He had seen much. He had holed up in a crumbled remnant of a university he could no longer remember. He knew he was safe. The soldiers had long ago abandoned this playground. He was alone. His father having passed away when he was five, his mother strangled to death by

Her dishwater blonde hair hung in ringlets about her face, the sweat dripping off her brow and onto floor. She hated cleaning her home, but she had a one room flat and it did tend to get cluttered easily. She wore the rattiest sweat shorts she could find and a tank top that had seen better days when she was still in high school. She wore her stains with pride in knowing that she will do a job well done.

The weekend was finally upon her. Rhyley had her heart set on a lovely afternoon relaxing at home with a new book. She wasnt much for romances, but she loved Stephen King and she had a perfect story all lined up, but she needed to fully relax to enjoy herself. She went to the bathroom and ran a superhot bubble bath. She decided that she needed a tad of mood lighting so she got out her tubby candles and shut off the overhead. Satisfied, she waited for the water while she stripped.

I was standing in the kitchen, and I had finally decided to take a shower when I saw you. You had that look on your face and it was telling me that you wanted me then and now. I didnt get the chance to resist, because you grabbed me quickly and held me tight to your chest. Feel me pressed against you...how the warmth grows between us...feeding my hunger My God, what you do to me. Your heart beats faster as your breathing tell me you want to fuck me. I can feel myself getting wet with fearful desire.

"Lie back, I want to be inside you." Derek looked at my apprehensively and I quickly tried to ease his fears. "Its okay. I will use my fingers to show you. I wont go any farther unless you ask me to." I sighed when he visibly relaxed. "Okay," he said. "I trust you, Jack." I smiled, knowing he was lying, admiring his courage in spite of his fear. "I will be right back," I said as I left to the bathroom.

The summer heat was strong that night and I went for a walk, the sweat running down my back and legs, my shirt clinging to me in the humidity. Just off to the right was a little one bedroom house, it was old, but well taken care of. The man who lived there was nice, but kept to himself. He didnt really know anyone here, having moved to our tiny town on a fluke. I spoke to him a few times since he had been here.

Roger came home drunk that night. He had been coughing up blood for two days and he knew that the end was near. Although he had taken fairly good care of himself, there were things he couldnt forsee. His wife had left him quickly and silently ten years ago and he had never heard from her since. Her not was short and to the point when he came home from work. "I do not love you and I never have. Goodbye, Roger.

It was a long walk home, but Rhyley was looking forward to the downtime it afforded her. Working as a waitress was tiring and coming home to an empty flat was depressing. The only real reason she looked forward to the walk was her unusually realistic daydreams. Any time of the day or night, she could have the most startling erotic visions the would rival the most creative of adults films. Her favorite fantasy was always the same: a cold, rainy night about ten, her soaked and nearly tranparent clothes clinging to her thick frame and voluptuous breasts. She was dispirited and tired and in serious need of some biblical loving as the rain had such an affect on her.

Ecco woke early in the morning. She didnt want to leave the comfort of her bed, but her fathers drunken dozing was making her ill. She cringed as she moved, her unused muscles crying out in agony. She noticed the smears of blood dried on her thighs and sighed. She knew it was going to be a terrible day. Last night was bad, today would be worse. She showered slowly, washing away the nights remnants.

Rhyley sat in the pews that night and pondered about her future. She was to leave for Australia in three weeks to start univeristy and she still had no idea what she really wanted to do. She sighed deeply and dug at her cuticles. Perhaps that is the way it will always be. She heard a noise and looked up quickly. She smiled kindly as Father Bailey made his way to the confessionals. She had always liked him. He was kind and genuine and always had an answer for her.