Tawny was the last woman I claimed before heading to war.
She was beautiful, ripe, and ready for me. So, I took her.
We made passionate love the night before I left.
The memory of her body yielding to mine stayed with me and I never forgot about her.
Seven years later, we met again, and the memories of our wild night together came flooding back.
But this time she's with a little boy who has dark hair and eyes like mine.
She's still as beautiful as ever and I have to taste her again.
So I asked her out and she agreed.
Everything went well until I asked her who the boy's father was.
She was silent and did not say a word.
I know she is hiding the truth, but the war broke me in ways that seemed irreparable.
I'm not in shape to be a father and the last thing I want is to hurt them.