They weren’t supposed to be together. He was a married man, and she was a friend’s daughter, home from college. Yet there they were, making love in a poppy field in the middle of nowhere.

Sunshine beat down on her back as she rocked back and forth, sliding him in and out of herself. It wasn’t just sex they were having, it was an escape, for him from a cold, uncaring wife, and for her, her possessive, degrading boyfriend.

As he came in her she sank into him, thankful for even the smallest moment of amnesty. It was true love.