View From The Top Of The Tank

My heart beat loudly in my ears and throat. When Rita began to squirm I realised I was holding her too tightly. My arms loosened and she ste...

I woke up early wondering what the day would have in store for me. Rita’s news the previous night ( FC89 ) had left me feeling somewhat dist...

“How are you?” I froze. It wasn’t a question. Just a statement. I had more than a hundred questions to ask but couldn’t get a single one o...