The Light at the End of the Tunnel
“Can I touch you?”
“Where’s your military courtesy?”
“Forgive me. Respectfully request permission to touch you, Ensign Matthews.”
“Permission granted.”
I grab her waist with both hands and guide her to the kitchen table, pushing gently on her back, so she’s leaning forward and supporting her weight with her hands.
“I only gave you permission to touch me, Lieutenant. Nothing else.” Continue reading The Light at the End of the Tunnel
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