Chapter 2

Danny was the first one to admit that she didn’t feel any difference after she lost her cherry. Still, she had a sudden rush of self-confidence that had her adrenaline running faster than usual.

She was graduating at the end of the month, and she was thinking about either moving to a larger city to see how the rich people lived or to join the military and see the world. Even as a girl, she knew she would get equal treatment in the military unlike in the old-fashioned business world that still considered females slightly inferior to men in all areas and were paid accordingly.

Fortunately, she had not gotten pregnant fooling around with Jacob and she put that down to sheer good luck and someone up there looking after her.

Now, she was 21, reasonably attractive and in good shape from her exercise with basketball, running and swimming which she excelled at since she was a little girl.

She went down to the Air Force recruiting station and they thought she was a well-rounded girl but most of their openings were for college graduate females as junior officers at Headquarters or in rear areas where she would not get into any combat situations.

Her visit at the Army station was a big disappointment because she got the distinct impression that they were more interested in finding females to make the coffee and drive the officers around like they were VIPs. When she mentioned the more interesting jobs in Intelligence or Medical fields, she got the runaround from the testing guy who was all eyes for the blonde number with big boobs. She was certainly more attractive, but Danny discovered the girl was as clueless as a Zombie when it came to most subjects needed for success.

Her stop at the Navy desk was just as disappointing, but she found a comfortable spot at the Marine Corps Recruit Station. The older recruiter was just finishing up his 30 year career and he was feeling lucky to be in the land of the big PX (BX for Navy and Marine Corps) and he was thinking about his future retirement down in the Florida Keys where the fish are always biting, and the beer is generally ice cold or on tap. He remembered drinking the warm beer over in Indochina and how he forced himself to swig it down because it was so hard to get in the boonies.

His name was Tommy Thompson, and his rank was Master Gunnery Sergeant.

He gave her all the tests and took her to lunch at the nearby restaurant where he didn’t hesitate to order beer for them. He told her He was off duty when he was at lunch and never drank on the job but he was always ready to hoist a few for happy hour at Five PM.

Danny asked him if he was married, and he told her he was married three times.

The first time, his darling bride decided his deployment was far too long and she ditched him for a dentist down in San Antonio, Texas. He remarked that he was sad to get the Dear John letter at a time when the ammo was running out and the monsoon season had been heavy for quite a few days.

His second wife was in the Marine Corps, and she was in good shape and never bothered him about deployments because she had her own share of them herself.

Unfortunately, she had been accepted into an Officer Training Program and he told her that she informed him she couldn’t live with him any long because it would hurt her chances of promotion. The last time he saw her she was a Major down in San Diego, California and was dating a dark skinned Lt. Col with lots of degrees and not much time in the field. It bothered him that she was in even better shape and had gotten a boob job that filled out her blouse with just the right blend of professionalism and sexy good looks.

His last wife was lost in the hasty pullout from Afghanistan.

The last thing he knew, she was assigned to the Embassy as a State Department Pogue and wrote him steamy letters letting him know she was horny as hell and wished her could visit her to give her some much needed dick.

Her name was Tammy, and she was a nice girl from Little Rock, Arkansas. She had confided in him one night when she was drunk that she had a crush on Bill Clinton and was devastated that he got a bad reputation from the whole Monica Lewinski thing that pushed him off her imagined pedestal forever.

He figured he was still married to her because she was just one of those people that disappeared in the chaos of the withdrawal. All they would tell him was that she was “under investigation” and that they were unable to comment.

The old Non-Com told her that he had his suspicions that she was taken by the Taliban and was being used as a sex slave in some mud hut somewhere in that chaotic land. He knew from their domestic experience that she was a bit of a submissive and her nature was as a survivor so it gave him some hope that she might still come home. He told her that he still considered himself to be married just in cast she came walking through the door some day unannounced.

Danny decided that she would meet up with the recruiter after work that evening to get the results of her tests and some dinner at the Golden Corral downtown. She liked that place because you could mix and match entrees at no extra charge and the desserts were quite tasty. She knew she had to be on her good behavior and not pig out too much, even thought the temptation might be too much for her.

The Sarge looked good for his age, and she had an itch in between her legs that told her she better watch out because he was the type that would have her on her back in bed sooner rather than later.

They met up at the restaurant and she was glad to see he had changed out of his uniform to casual civilian clothing. She didn’t mind him being in uniform, but she knew it made him seem attractive to the other females around them and she didn’t want to get in some sort of “cat fight” with some disrespectful bitch looking to steal another girl’s man.