Chapter 3

The sound of the banging trash cans was enough to wake the dead.

Danny smiled in her rack she was already dressed under the blankets playing possum waiting for the day to begin.

She hopped out of the rack and made it as tight as a virgin’s cunt with the corners folded with precision like a surgeon’s knife.

Her bunkmate, the dark-skinned girl from Haiti was moving in a daze because she had been playing the role of a slutty sub for the Puerto Rican Corporal assigned to their barracks as a house mother tending her flock. The Haitian recruit answered to the name of Lily, but she liked to be called “Ace” because every lily she had ever seen was pure white and she didn’t think it was an appropriate name for a Haitian girl with a history of Voodoo and taking on multiple partners at the same time. Her mama must have been high on something when she tagged her with that silly name.

Lily’s butt was dragging because the Corporal had used it for batting practice for her punishment paddle to get her target all hot and bothered before closing the deal on a willing body all spread out and submissive for her likes and dislikes.

They all exited the building like it was on fire to get lined up in the road outside standing rigidly at attention waiting for the Sergeant to give them his orders.

It was still zero-dark-30, and they knew the run was always the first thing on the agenda for training. They didn’t get a head call or a chance to brush their teeth or put something in their tummy. The run was the important item on the list and had to be finished before the sun peeked over the tall mountains to the East.

Danny was the odd bird at this time because she loved running and had years of running behind her, 3 miles in the morning, 3 miles at mid-day and 3 miles at sundown to put the icing on the cake. She knew she was considered a freak in this regard, but she counted it as lucky for her that she had managed to stay in near perfect shape from an early age.

Today, they would go to the rifle range for the final round of qualification. She was the top of the class with both the rifle and the handgun and was in the running for picking up her first stripe for her near perfect grades.

Danny knew all the other girls had already been given their postings and MOS assignments and she wondered why she had not received any assignment yet.

She did well on the rifle range and saw Sergeant Thompson standing at the railing dressed in civilian clothes. He looked sort of like a kindly professor in his suit and tie and she tried not to smile at his out of uniform appearance on the base.

“Hi, Danny, I guess you are happy the course with end this weekend. You didn’t come out number one, but second place is great out of a class of 80 recruits. You should be proud of yourself.”

She was disappointed that she didn’t make first place but knew the winner deserved it because she was skilled in all the mental and physical areas of testing. She had to work a bit more on her upper body strength to increase the number of pull-ups to get a perfect score like the winner. She blamed it on the hefty amount of chow they were feeding her and the surprising explosion of the size of her breasts which dragged on her ability to improve her pull-up score. She was fast moving from a “C” cup to a “D” cup which was all natural and not the result of some silly plastic surgery to boost her upper body size.

Her boobs detracted from her Tomboy persona, and she hated the fact that the touch of lips or tongue on them caused her to have the most distracting reactions down there where the grass grows greener. She resented her complete loss of control over her sense of logic in spreading her legs for further exploration. She pretended that she didn’t like them to be touched in the hope that it might deter either like minded females or horny males from tempting her resolve in defending her honor.

Sergeant Tommy took her to the snack bar to get a smoothie and passed on the information that she had been anxiously awaiting with a feeling of dread about her future.

“Well, Danny Girl, we have a great chance for you to go undercover in Northern Ireland as an exchange student at the University. You can keep your own identity as Danny Doyle and use your background to cover your mission. We want you to infiltrate the local Catholic Provo group and use your knowledge of Gaelic to give the image of a good Irish girl to probe their intentions with regard to the upcoming talks for permanent peace in the region.”

Danny was happy to have some purpose in her future and she was glad to be returning to her roots in Ireland. Still, she had mixed feelings about deceiving her mentors and was not entirely onboard with the need to lie about her intentions. She knew her foster family would not be happy about her duplicity in her role as an undercover agent, but she felt that the chance of long-lasting peace was probably more important than her personal feeling at this stage of the game.

She was instructed to come to his room at the nearby motel later that night to receive her passport and the instructions that she would be given. Of course, they would be burned immediately after reading and her memory was the storage place for every single word as a matter of utmost security with her assignment.