Chapter 36

Dear Optio Will Murphy,

Congrats on your new CAP score. You realize that it John manages a six point five or better than Mom and Dad will get to see all their children volunteer. I mentioned that to Dad and he was thrilled but also terrified. He's come out to watch a couple of the smaller exercises Erica and I have been in. He's impressed by our skills, but worries. I'm supposed to be Daddy's Little Girl and instead I'm Daddy's kick ass, take no prisoners darling daughter. He's not quite sure how to handle that.

Mom is a bit less worried. I think her biggest concern was if Erica and I were really going to be BFFs. She could see that what we had wasn't exactly romantic love and wondered. I think seeing the whole household together finally relieved her worries. Yes, Erica and I are not madly in love with each other. Erica's first love is definitely Bree and that love is most clearly returned. I have my own little concubine lover who loves to snuggle with me at night. However, Erica and I have a huge amount of mutual respect and that has grown into a deep and abiding love for each other. If something happens to her I could never get into a tank with someone else and I know she feels the same way. Needless to say, I plan on taking very good care of the woman who is the sister of my heart.

It's good to hear that you are staying with Marissa. It sounds like the two of you have a very close bond. Treasure that. I think I wrote that I worried about the difference between making love with someone I had a close emotional attachment to and just screwing. I know now just how significant the difference is. I hope this doesn't disturb you too much, but by old standards I guess you could say that I'd have been considered very easy. While Erica and I never bring anyone home, both of us have found that we love being spit-roasted or even occasionally made air tight. We've done quite a few gang bangs. In fact one occurred after one of our tank exercises.

It was one of the times that the Firsties decided to play smash the girls. We had taken out one of them when we took a hit on the right tread of our tank. It was repairable, but would require time while the auto-repair got the tread back into alignment, and we couldn't move while it was repaired. One of the tanks on our side jumped to our defense. They ended up dead, but took out one of the two remaining Firstie tanks and Erica got the other just as the tread was repaired. Erica and I talked about it and wanted to thank the men since they could have just allowed us to get pounded. There is no question in my mind that the Firsties would just have kept firing at us until the commander turned off their tanks remotely. They did it the one other time they managed to disable our tank.

Well, our saviors turned out to be a group of men in their mid-forties. All four are married and their wives come to every practice they attend. The men are led by Steve who is married to Mary. After the exercise was over Erica and I went over to the table where Mary sat with the other wives. I spoke first.

"Mary, I know this is going to sound strange, but Erica and I wanted to thank your husbands for saving us," I said.

"They are probably still reviewing the film," Mary replied. "But you can definitely thank them."

"Um..." Erica said. "We don't want to thank them with just words."

Carol, a surprisingly slender woman who was married to Dennis, the team's loader looked at us. "Are you suggesting that?"

I unzipped the jumpsuit I was wearing, pulling the zipper down to just above my bush. Neither Erica nor I wear a bra, so my breasts were clearly visible as I pushed the suit off my shoulders. "Yes, we are," I said confidently. "We would even welcome having you join us. However, if you are against it, we'll just thank them verbally."

"I never," Kate gasped. She is the wife of Martin, the group's driver. I felt a bit disappointed. Kate is a curvy little brunette and has amazing breasts for someone her age. I'll admit I wanted to lick them and see how far out her nipples would extend.