Between the Handshake and the Fuck

"I did not smoke while composing this.

Author's Note: LT Walter and I have been something of an "Item" around the FOB for a couple of months now. This started some rumors hence the "breakup." LT. Walter makes her first appearance here

I’m hollow inside.

I have a little space for Lieutenant Walter. She bounces around in there, careening of the walls of this tiny space inside my body. She enters my thoughts randomly during the day. Sometimes, when I awake, I look at my clock and choose to linger in bed if I am not late for my shift. I imagine what it would be like if she were sleeping next to me. Perhaps her back is turned to me. My eyes follow her spine all the way down to the cleft of her buttocks.

Or when I am on shift, I imagine that she comes to the BDOC. She is wearing her PT uniform. The dark hair on her arms holds a promise of what is to come. I tell the personnel in the BDOC to go to dinner. What was that NCO creed? Pleasure, profit or personal safety? She approaches me as I sit in my chair, excited that we could be caught at any moment."
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