B.J.Jones the Story of My Life
Copyright© 2012 by jballs
Chapter 13
Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 13 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.
Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Nudism Slow
I showered, and then opened the windows to get rid of the odor of sex. I hoped it would be gone by the time Mom got home. I changed the bed sheets and ran the washer. I found an old bikini that was 3 sizes too small but put it on anyhow, grabbed a beer from the fridge and went out onto the deck. Under an umbrella I gazed out over the bay towards Annapolis.
I wondered what the future would hold for me. I was sure a Marine recruiter would come to see if I would re-enlist but I was done with the military.
I could go to college as far as the GI education bill would carry me. Was that what I wanted? There were several in the area to chose from. Chesapeake College, Washington College, Anne Arundel Community College, Salisbury State University, and John Hopkins were a few that came to mind.
I could try for a nursing degree that was at least a four year program. That would make me thirty three when I graduated. That seemed to be a lot too old to be just starting in that field, besides I had seen enough blood to last a lifetime.
Salisbury and Anne Arundel both had law enforcement programs. I would have to check that out. With that I could try for one of the local police departments, possibly the MSP or DNR. I had kicked down plenty of doors on huts in the sand box and felt up a lot of women just to be sure they were women - I wondered if that would count for anything? MSP and DNR were way political so I could pretty much count them out.
There was always the Secretary route, but that just did not go high on the list. I was more the outdoor type than that.
Lowes, Home Depot stocking shelves, well that was the bottom of the barrel!
How about starting a lawn care business, wonder how much that would cost? Jake did say I could use his truck while he was gone. It was at his house in the garage. Mom had the keys to his place.
Then there was the bay, I has spent one summer working as a mate on a charter fishing boat, seven days a week smelling like fish. I would have to think long and hard on that one.
There were a lot of minimum wage jobs that could be had in the area but I just couldn't see myself being a waitress or some kind of sales clerk.
I could always go to Baltimore or DC and work in one of the strip joints; maybe someone would pay to see me get naked. I thought ha-ha-ha; that was the very last resort before starving.
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