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many things. I never thought a woman could wear so much.”
    “Neither did I,” he said and smiled.
    She cocked her head to the side and the way she looked at him made him think she was studying him. “You’ve had a lot of women then.”
    Blaine blew out a cloud of smoke and sat up to put more wood chunks into the fire. “I’ve had my share I guess.”
    She closed the magazine and placed it with the others. “You don’t like talking about your past, do you?”
    “Not that part of my past.” Bending to the side, he opened a cooler lid, pulled out a beer and soda, handing the can to her and twisting the top of his.
    “Do you think I’ll judge you?”
    Laying back down, moving the cigar around as she drew her legs up to her chest, Blaine sighed. “I judge myself.”
    “Why?”
    “The two of us haven’t had an easy life, Shyla. Yours was spent sheltered in the Compound. Mine got the brutal fist of the world. And I’ve done things in my past I’m not too proud of.”
    “Are you proud of what you’ve done now then?”
    “Not yet, but I’m hoping to be one day.” He pulled the cigar out of 52

    his mouth and tossed it into the fire, watching it burn as he took a drink.
    “The mistress,” she said, getting him to look back at her. She also faced the fire and had a sad expression on her face.
    “What about her?”
    “You asked me who hurt me. It was her.”
    He sort of thought it was. “Why?”
    “I didn’t want to watch those movies.” She wrinkled her nose.
    “Couldn’t get past the girls crying out in pain.”
    “Were they really crying out in pain?”
    Slowly she looked back up at him, “They made sure we saw girls that were doing it for the first time.”
    “Ah,” he nodded. “So why’d she hurt you then?”
    “I wouldn’t go.” She hugged herself and began to slowly rock her body. “It was to be my second class, second movie. I had nightmares that night about. After breakfast I snuck back to my room and hid. She found me. When I refused to come out, I got my first whipping. She didn’t break skin, that would leave permanent marks, but she bruised me pretty bad. So I went to the classes but closed my eyes and blocked it all out.
    Did that for a few months, then she found out and gave me another whipping.” She shook her head, and a single tear slipped free. “Others got whippings for not wanting to go to the classes. I tried to stand up for this one girl. That got me into so much trouble and to add to it all, I refused to do the scrubbing of all the bathrooms. It was the one and only time I ever stood up to her, and I don’t think I walked straight for a week after that beating. After a while I kind of, I don’t know, stayed within myself and just went with the motions. I did what I was told, ate the food, attended the classes. Guess you can call it a robot thing I did. Got snapped out of it the morning my name got called for the party.”
    “Well I say the hell with them all.” He tipped his beer up to her.
    “They can all kiss our ass,” he finished with a smile.
    Shyla also smiled and took a sip of her drink. She looked up at the sky and sighed, “It’s late.”
    “Yes, it is.” He didn’t look up at the sky but at her.
    Putting the beer down, Blaine moved. He crawled over to her and once she looked at him he went in for a deep kiss. Using that kiss, he lowered her down to the blanket, slanted his mouth and pushed his tongue inside.
    Surprisingly enough, she kissed him back, but when his hand touched under her shirt, she tensed up. Halfway up her belly, right under her breasts, she grabbed his wrist with both hands and broke the kiss, 53

    turning to the left away from him. She finished pushing his hand out from under her shirt and rolled out from under him, giving Blaine her backside.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
    “Don’t worry about it,” he sighed. “It’ll happen when it happens.”
    “And if it doesn’t?” He heard the tremor in her voice. Knew she was