Chapter 2 I really need Coffee

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I awake to the alarm clock on my phone ringing and vibrating on the nightstand. My eyes fixate on the nude blonde resting her head on my firm chest. Tiffany mumbles as I sit up in my bed disturbing her from her slumber.

"What time is it?" Tiffany asks while rubbing her eyes.

"7 a.m." I responded while stretching my arms over my head.

Tiffany sprouts up from bed quickly.

"Fuck, I have to open the grocery store at 8, is it okay if I shower here." asks Tiffany, who rolls out of bed and stretches in the nude.


I think to myself, wow, way to go and make yourself comfortable. In a way I always admired a woman's confidence in her body, but for some reason in this moment I found it just off putting. Must be my morning grogginess clouding my erotic judgment. I get out of bed and throw her a towel for the shower. Tiffany walks towards the bathroom and stops just before the door to turn around with her peach plum ass stealing the focus of my eyes.


"You coming?" Tiffany asks seductively with a hint of common sense in her tone.


I scratch my chest and ponder, trying to play it cool. Till I look down realizing I'm naked with morning wood. No wonder she asked if I was coming to shower with her.

"Of course, just let me make some coffee, and I'll be right there." I spoke


I walk out the bedroom with a firm shaft bouncing with my walk. I entered the kitchen to try and find where I put the coffee, I thought I bought from the store yesterday. I searched through every cabinet endlessly, but yet I couldn't find a single container of coffee. This cannot be, since coffee is like my life blood to every morning.


"Really I don't have coffee." I said out loud with some anger.

I slam the cabinet door shut, before I hear Tiffany's voice echo from the bathroom.

"Is everything okay?" She asks as the sound of the water starting in the shower, sends my brain into a flashback.

The Taliban soldier awakens me with ice cold water dumping onto my resting body

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The Taliban soldier awakens me with ice cold water dumping onto my resting body. Him and two others grab me from the floor and press me up against the wall. They begin punching my stomach making me fall to the floor only for them to grab me back up. They punch me again, sending me to my knees. I look out through my cell door and see them dragging a lifeless comrade of mine. They rope him up and begin electrocuting him, when the Taliban soldier asks me, tell me what your mission was and I'll stop torturing your comrade. My brother's screams of pain echo in my ears as the electricity flows through his entire body.


"BEN WHERE ARE YOU?" Tiffany shouts from the shower snapping me out of my haunting memories.

I make my way to the shower, feeling pumping anger in my veins. I enter the bathroom and see Tiffany through the steamed glass of the shower. I look down and see my cock throb with such firmness it could crack a diamond in an ice storm.

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