Chapter 3

What is in the brown paper bag that Dave had forgotten about during his fantasy thoughts of Sarah and Kathy?

Blown away but Sarah’s confessions I felt surprised still and sat thinking about what she had said. It was no longer a guess, she wanted to explore sex more for sure. I felt a bit guilty about saying I would not want to see her with another guy, but I did not. I cannot help how I felt ... The thought of swinging though was a consideration with another coupe, that seemed better to me. I wondered had Sarah gotten the idea from Amber, Ron’s wife? Sarah and Amber seemed close as Ron and I had become the past few years.

My stomach reminded my brain to quit thinking about that and think about feeding my body. Looking at my watch, I realized it was just after six. I had two hamburger steaks I had picked up from the grocery a couple of days ago, I would throw them on the grill with some cut-up onion and a few mushrooms.

While the grill was heating up opted to bake a potato instead of the frozen fries we had in the deep freeze. I really hated cooking for just me, I have done the majority of cooking anyway as I love cooking. Sarah had dived up the chores as she called them because I cook and wash dishes. Her idea was I cook and keep the house maintenance itself up along with the yard and she would handle all the cleaning and laundry.

Setting down with my bounty of grilled food and baked potato I saw the brown paper sack I had forgotten about. The first thought was leaving it till ... No, I could not, I was curious.

Back at the table with my food and sack I broke the tape and unfolded it. The contents provided another handwritten note and a long black scarf.

Note read. “Dave, I am sorry I cannot be there as promised tonight. Be there tomorrow at 11:15 PM. Use the scarf to cover your eyes. I look forward to hopefully seeing you then.”

“P.S. If you don’t want to do this just put everything back in the bag and leave it out back again tonight.”

It was signed with red lips; the sender had kissed the note.

That decided for me I wasn’t going tonight; I still wasn’t sure about ... Yeah, I was gonna go I admitted.

The morning run finished, I headed to the range, it was Friday, the third week of our current class of lady shooters.

“Hey boss,” I said coming in.

Ron with the ever-present Marine Corp mug in hand, “Well I see your mind is right today. Good deal.”

I nodded, “I will have to tell you about it soon.”

Jimmy Gold and I got the range set up and ready for the ladies who would be coming in at 9:00. Ron would give them the standard safety brief like the start of every class and the ladies would be divided up between Jimmy, Scott Bowers, and myself for hands-on. Twenty ladies in this class the max we ran, they each had six and I had eight.

We had all the desks set up ten feet apart, each desk had a bottle of hand sanitizer on it and a new mask for the ladies at the start of each class. Each also had their temperature taken by Jimmy before entering the classroom. We used every other lane to help keep with the social distancing measures put out. The ladies were only close to the instructors. Since it was firearms-related training it had been considered essential. The ladies had been allowed to drop from training and pick it back up when things go back to normal. None had opted to drop out.

I stopped in Ron’s office while the ladies were coming in getting seated, coffee, water last-minute bathroom runs.

“You ever heard the term Range Bunnies?”

Ron laughed, “yeah just like Badge Bunnies.”

“I never heard that when I was in uniform, but Sarah said Range Bunnies last night on the phone.”

“Sounds like she’s been talking to Amber, that’s what she calls them.”

“So, she has no problems with some of the women hitting on you here?”

“Look, Dave, I was a career Marine, women like a uniform. Amber knows that hell I was wearing my Dress Blues when she asked me out years ago.”

“Well yeah, I know, but Sarah thinks they hit on me here. Hell, I’m not even in uniform anymore.”

Ron laughed.

“What?”

“You still have that badge on your belt,” He said pointing. “Doesn’t hurt your arms look like they are about to rip out of the sleeves of your tee-shirt and that you still have that schoolboy smile at thirty either.”

I looked at him with an oh yeah look.

“Well, that’s what Kathy says about you anyways.”

“Dude?”

Ron smiled over his mug as he took a sip. “Son, why do you think I told you about what Kathy and I do?”

“So, it was Kathy who gave some of the ideas Sarah has going on I bet.” I filled Ron in on last night’s conversation with Sarah and the brown bag incident.

“Well sounds like she wants to have fun. Give the brown bag special a try tonight. Now let’s go get your Range Bunnies started.” That set us both to laughing.

I know most people will call bullshit, but at work, I have always been ‘at work’. I had never overly paid attention to flirts. I had the love of my life since I was fifteen, even when we went out Sarah would point out girls, I had only had eyes for her. Today I let it down and did notice more what Sarah saw, the ones that flirted. The ones that needed to touch me more, laughed a little more, smiled a little bigger, and such.

We got the ladies through training today then spent time cleaning and disinfecting everything. I burned a few hundred rounds through my rifle then punched out for the day.

Sarah and I talked on the way home her wanting to know how the ‘Range Bunnies’ were teasing me. I admitted id thought a lot about the things she had brought up and I was ready whenever she was and that I might be getting a hand job tonight. She had been ecstatic and made me promise to tell no details until she got home. I was still wondering how she would really take it; I got my answer a little later that night when I got a picture of her and Kathy topless posing together taken by someone else.

“Shit babe was that Teddy that took it?”

I got a smiley back from Sarah then from Kathy. I had to start paying more attention they were doing these group messages. I checked and made sure Teddy was not on it.