Chapter 1

The first time I had seen Airman Hill I had been very unimpressed.

It was an Air Force Reserve duty weekend before the upcoming annual two week summer deployment.

She was newly assigned to the medical unit, fresh from boot camp. She sat huddled by herself in a corner of the squad bay. Her fatigues were pressed and brand new. It was a chilly May morning and she was zipped up in her standard issue cold-weather, drab green, fatigue coat, which looked too big on her.

She was wearing her boot-cap, high front, ball cap. The brim covered her downcast eyes. She was very unremarkable.

She was assigned to me to help prep individual bags of chemical warfare gear for loading. She followed me out to the GSA pickup and we drove around the flight line to warehouses. I unlocked the doors and was greeted by the sight of a mountain of green canvas bags piled nearly to the ceiling. I realized with proper pacing this job could take two days. I enjoyed being out of sight of the command structure on these weekends. My military motto was: “Out of sight-out of mind” in regards to the command structure.

I explained to Airman Hill that the bags with the red tags went on those red-marked pallets and the green-tagged went on the green-marked pallets. She looked up at me from under her large brimmed hat and nodded in her understanding.

We worked several hours on the pile and had sorted and filled several pallets. I stopped and took of my fatigue coat. The sun was on the metal roof and the warehouse was warming up.

“Take a break Hill” I told her.

She wasn’t much of a conversationalist. We had only spoken a few words in the past hour.

“We need to make this job last all weekend or they will find something else for us to do”

She looked at me and nodded.

I took off my heavy issue green shirt.

“On work details it is OK to be in your t-shirt. Nobody will give you any shit for it” I told her.

She looked at me and nodded. She took off the coat and hung it on the wall like I had done. With her back to me she unbuttoned her shirt and hung it up. Her issue drab green t-shirt was creased and not faded by being washed.

I had just taken a drink from my can of Coke when she turned to face me. I gasped and spit some out.

For such a short girl she had been endowed with firm upthrust melon sized tits. She started to lift her hands to her chest under my surprised interest. She dropped her eyes and turned to walk away.

“Wait” I said.

“You want to ride up to summer camp with me next month? It is much less hassle to drive up there than dealing with all the military bullshit you deal with flying with the outfit in those C-130s. There are no seats and they pack you in there with all the equipment”

I stopped talking. She was nodding.

“OK” she said.