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Needless to say, I was devastated. While Mary had never verbally expressed her love for me, that message had certainly been conveyed in her physical responses to me. As I read ’n’ reread her letter, between the lines I spotted an immature love, one in which she wanted to enjoy the luxury of a romantic [...] To make matters worse, a day or so later, I received a very disheartening letter from Mary. I had begun to wonder about her after her letters had grown fewer in number and farther apart, which wouldn’t have bothered me so much if she hadn’t been the only consistent relationship in my life at the [...] Alone and isolated, I grew despondent. I didn’t care if the Navy broke my spirit. I hated the pain this spirit caused me. I hated the tension it created in my life, between what’s in the flesh and what’s not, and the way it drove me to release this tension. I hated this spirit—I hated [...] When I sat down to write my latest book, A Different Kind of Sentinel, I stood on the precipice of utter darkness, until I ran into my soul, one morning. Having been invited up to her room, one, I might add, with an amazing view, I proceeded to have intercourse with her in a way [...] |
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