Skin.

Long hair.

Silk.

Lace.

Spanish.

British accent.

Feminity.

Sapphism, eyes, talking, laughing, consent, pleasure, waist, tongue, breasts, look, fingers, circles, breaths, orgasm.

This is the way that they live…

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Last check in the mirror. Alice loves the reflection as much she can’t really recognize herself. Everything went so fast since Tasha was back in the army. Alice slowly began to understand the importance of this in Tasha’s life, as the same time the began to understand the functioning and rules of this institution. She wouldn’t say she liked the army, let’s say she was terribly proud being the wife of someone who dedicated her whole life to the service. Alice understood everything, and slowly began to change. This is what the mirror reflects on her. She was really well dressed, although it was a little less fancy than the other days. She chose a navy below-knee midi skirt with a white blouse and square heels pumps. She understood the importance of  dressing appropriately through the situation. She also understood to be quiet when it was necessary, to denominate all the army members according to grades, and to not salute indoors.

She was a military wife, now.

Alice rings the bell, she’s quite nervous. She hears Colonel Nevin’s voice, the upper hierarchy

of the Los Alamitos base.

-Yes ?

-Hello, it’s Mrs. Pieszecki-Williams here…

-Hey, come in.

Alice is welcomed by Nevin, wearing this daily uniform that quickly reminds her Tasha’s. They sit in the office.

-So, Mrs Pieszecki-Williams… Thanks for coming so fast and forgive me for writing you that late. We just had some clues about your wife and we wanted to share them with you as soon as we could.

Nevin’s voice is calm, almost confident. Alice started to understand, and sometimes to love this extreme military courtesy, sometimes tinged with a touch of coldness, all wrapped up in an institutional gallantry that she appreciated (especially when Tasha showed it to her by treating her like a lady).

He hands her a cup of coffee.

-I’m listening..

-Well we’re not exactly sure, but we received a kind of signal that pointed to this kazakh prison… An old building, requisitioned by this illegal trafficking agency, I can’t tell you their name but… It is probable that your wife is jailed here.