There was no escaping it; it was glorious to be in this position, quivering with mingled apprehension and sexual tension.
Her hips wanted to, and she let them surge upwards, feeling her lower lips peel a little apart, offering her soft intimacy to the visitor, the stranger, who must be the on they call the Colonel, in his uniform, his square-cut moustache, his shining boots, his swagger stick.
He puts the sole of his heavy leather boot full on her sex and grins a little at her.
“Down, bitch.”
She can’t suppress a weak little whimper, and he laughs briefly, before walking on past her.
It is utterly ridiculous, she tries to tell herself, to fall in love so quickly.
Within Reason 