“We're heading to the burbs. We should go south!"

South was where all the restaurants would be. It was the main part of the city.

Holding back his laughter, Owen cleared his throat and said in the same voice as usual, "Erica, Matthew has something special in mind."

“What? Something special?" She looked over at the man sitting next to her, who was as calm as the sea.

Matthew glanced back at her and said nothing.

She sighed helplessly. Knowing that Matthew was a man of few words, she didn't bother asking. Anyway, wherever he was taking her, at least he wouldn't sell her.

A few minutes Later, the car suddenly turned onto a narrow road. They drove on that Lane for a few minutes before stopping at the roadside.

She rolled down the window to get a better look at the scenery outside.

It was an endless field without shops or houses. She turned to him and asked, "Are we going on a picnic?"

“You can think of it that way," he said mischievously.

"What?" Confused, the woman watched Owen get out of the car, light a cigarette and walk away.

At this moment, she had a bad feeling. She suddenly looked at the poker-faced man and asked, “Where is Owen going?”

Matthew looked up at her and asked instead, "How's your training going?"

"I guess it's going okay. It's just so boring!" Because she had learned some martial arts in the past and was used to exercising, they didn't wear her out too much. In addition, the training officer was kind to her, so she didn't have to do the grueling regimen the others were subjected to.

"That's good!" As he said those words, he pulled her into his arms with his right hand.

Then she was pressed against the back seat, and he was on top of her.

She blinked and looked at her husband. She knew exactly what he had in mind, and it didn't matter whether she was in the mood or not.

"Uh...1 thought we were stopping for lunch? What's going on?"

“We are stopping for lunch. And you're on the menu!" He lowered his head and kissed her red Lips.

Erica was dumbfounded. ‘What kind of Lunch is this?"

Erica had already thrown the camouflage cap aside. Now with her hair separated into two braids, she looked as young as a teenager. This made him feel a bit guilty about having sex with her.

Gritting his teeth, Matthew grabbed her camouflage cap and pulled it down over her face. The guilt in his heart diminished some.

They made love for a long time.

When he finally was finished, she opened one of her eyes and looked at the man who was busy mopping up the mess. She tried to say something to him, but her voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Matthew, you're crazy!"