Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

The video showed Sharon stuffing her mouth with dark matter, her face a picture of ecstasy and malevolence.

The nurse tried to stop her as she shouted. “Miss Winston, you can’t eat that! That’s shit! She's completely out of her mind!”

Oh god, her performance was really convincing. Winona chuckled to herself. Her sister was not only stupid, but cruel to herself. It was a pity Sharon directed her energies at all the wrong places, harming herself in the process.

Winona returned to the manor. She spied Matt’s discarded shirt in the bedroom and her heart beat faster involuntarily – he’s back.

But she was mistaken. She opened the bathroom door – there was no one inside. She walked over to the shirt and sniffed it, her nose picking up the faint fragrance of another woman. Winona’s face changed slightly. Obviously, this was not her own scent. Did Matt have another woman on the side and, in a strange twist of fate, the ‘evidence’ was left in their bedroom?

At dinner, she was the only one at the table. A hollow feeling twisting inside her, she recalled a phrase – to marry a soldier is to marry loneliness. Most soldiers spent their time either in the barracks, or on the road back and forth from it.

As Karen cleared the table, Winona couldn’t resist asking her the burning question. “Has the general returned? I saw his shirt on the bed.”

“It was delivered by Miss Tucker.”

“Miss Tucker?”

“The daughter of the general’s mentor. The two grew up together.”

Sensing a possible misunderstanding, Karen added, “The general only sees her as a younger sister.”

Hmm, when did he have a childhood sweetheart, a little sister to boot? To put the shirt on the bed intentionally, she must have an ulterior motive. Even her scent on it was strong, almost like a declaration - that she wore the shirt.

Back in the bedroom, Winona felt the shirt drew too much attention. So she picked it up and threw it into the trashcan. She returned to the bed, only to toss and turn about. Matt knew everything about her situation, but what about him? She knew next to nothing about him, as he seemed reluctant to mention anything about his past or background. If they can’t be honest with each other, where is the trust?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Right at this moment, she heard footsteps approaching her, so she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

enough, a familiar presence approached. It

her butt. “Asleep

shirt with the overwhelming scent and seethed with anger. She continued to shut

her fluttering eyelashes as she attempted to keep them shut, Matt felt bemused. “Well, suit yourself - it’s more comfortable for me this way. You can do what you want, as

slipping off her shoulder to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her neckline, as well as a shadow of a hint of cleavage further below. The sight made him pause for breath, his mouth suddenly dry – it had been a week

over. Unable to feign sleep anymore, yet

her slim legs; at the same time placing

dearest, so eager

“You wish! Fuck off!”

laughed as he took off his belt. “Not until I give you the

pounced forward as she struggled. “Get off me,

the sensation stirring his loins as her body writhed beneath him, enticing him…fanning the

impatiently tied her to the bed. Tearing off her nightdress and throwing it to the ground in one savage motion, he grinded against her as he spoke in a hoarse voice. “Come

all over, he suddenly thrust inside her, his pent-up

streamed down her face. As his lips touched

Did

since he met her, his lust for her became limitless. Every time he saw her, every time he came in close contact with her, he always had an erection.

quickly wiped away her

and pulled out. Such a letdown. But he remained composed and focused on comforting her. “What’s going

the belt and pulled it away, causing

left a bloody mark

he show himself at the

“Are you crazy, Winona?”