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.