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.