The Gunny and Lenore
Copyright© 2011 by black_coffee
Chapter 44
14:35 Saturday, November 9th, 1991
La Costa Resort and Spa
2100 Costa del Mar Road
Carlsbad, CA 92009
Junior Harding hadn't made his flight, though American came through, and he'd flown to Dallas, then San Diego. His hotel room in the La Costa was paid for, it had been waiting for him when he – finally – arrived. The long damned walk up the hill from the parking lot with his garment bag over his shoulder, in his now-thoroughly-wrinkled Service Alphas, the drab khaki uniform of the Marines, had him sweating in the winter-weight (for wear in Virginia) woolen uniform.
His room was in a side wing, to be near the Gunny's room, and the Gunny didn't have all the money in the world, he knew. Deb Reineau had set it up, she'd put them in the La Costa, probably for valet service and proximity to Pendleton.
He'd tumbled into bed at what, to him, was four AM, and had only gotten up an hour ago. The Gunny called, to tell him now was the time to get the ring, while Lenore was out getting a facial and massage.
The Gunny expected Lenore to pat him down for a ring, and, if Junior were to carry it to the Ball, she wouldn't feel it in any of his pockets. Junior didn't have to be asked twice, when the Gunny called him, he only asked where and when.
With a grimace for the state of the Service Alphas, he had little choice but to put the pants and shoes on. At least I can leave off the shirt garters. To hell with it, I'll go in pants and a tee-shirt.
The Gunny's room was eight doors down the curved hall. Junior thought about it, just before he knocked, and realized Deb's hand was at work there, also. If tonight goes like I think it will, there is no way I want to be within hearing distance of this room.
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