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for my classmates,
as related in the preceding chapter. That experience did not make
me any fonder of heterosexual intercourse.
    Gradually, the regular diet of sexual abuse
at High Point hardened us to the point where we could be brutally
fucked by our officers until we walked bow-legged, and it all meant
nothing more than a brisk workout. I suppose that was the point of
the rough treatment: to make us ready to automatically comply with
anything and everything the generals we would be assigned to could
possibly demand from us. But it had another effect as well: the
adversity drew us together, made us proud of the way we learned to
handle whatever they threw at us.
    Eventually, the platoon adopted a unit name
and a pennant, which told the administration, our tormentors, the
way we felt. We called ourselves the “Cadet Cunts”, the favorite
unflattering term for us used by one of our Sergeants. Our pennant
was a vagina (a bisected “V”) with “C”s on either side (for “Cadet
Cunts”), and we were proud of how rough and tough we had become. It
was us, the blood-sisters of National Whore Military Academy (our
name for the school) against the world, and we survived by relying
on each other against our mutual enemy, the Army.
    In the late fall, when we had to sleep in
the practically unheated buildings with nothing more than a few
thin blankets to keep warm, we started to spend the nights in bed
together with our friends, in our “skin-suits” (our term for our
obscene fatigues). When winter came, it got even colder, and Kate
Swenson from Minnesota told us about a survival trick they used up
in the Great White North: buddies bundled up together in a sleeping
bag naked, to share their body heat. I had already been sharing a
bed with Robin, who had become my best friend in the first week. We
decided to try Kate’s trick that very night.
    Looking back on it, I suppose I had already
developed a crush on Robin, even before the infamous Night of the
Naked Cadets. I certainly got a warm, fluttery feeling in my belly
whenever I was around her, and I told myself that I loved her like
a sister. But I was not consciously aware that I had any sexual
feelings for her, and I’m sure the reverse was equally true. But,
when we climbed between the sheets together unclothed for the first
time, I felt a little strange, and I noticed that Robin was acting
oddly too. Every movement she made was very tentative, as if she
was afraid of something, and she apologized every time any part of
her body touched mine.
    For my part, every time she touched me,
little bolts of lightning went off inside my body. I suddenly knew
that I had more than sisterly feelings for Robin. I wanted her. My
heart ached to take her in my arms, to kiss her, to fondle her
beautiful breasts, crush her up against me, to give her pleasure
with my hands and mouth, and to receive it from her. But I was
afraid she would reject my advances, that she would think I was a
sexual pervert, and that I would scare her away and lose her
forever as my best friend. I went ahead anyway; really, I didn’t
have any choice. I would have gone off like a bomb if I had to lie
naked in bed next to her without telling her how I really felt.
    When I whispered to Robin that I loved her,
she hesitated. I’m sure it was actually less than a second, but to
me it felt like an eternity. I thought my heart stopped beating in
my chest; I know I stopped breathing. Then she smiled her beautiful
smile, wrapped her arms around me, and pulled me in close. I knew
in that instant that I had found the one true love of my life, and
that is why, in spite of everything, I will always remember the
National Women’s Military Academy with fondness. Robin and I made
love for the first time that cold December night, and that was when
I finally found out what the big deal was about sex.
    Since coming to High Point, I had, like my
classmates, “enjoyed” a very active sex life, and had been made to
climax by my